I was a child ... I will not forget him

I was a child ... I will not forget him

I saw with a friend a film called "The Little Prince". Is a French story originally, has achieved a high cultural demand has been presented in more than a way as a play, and as a modern opera, and the last of these productions is the film, which dealt with the same story but with a new and different.

The original story about that pilot, who started from childhood, shows signs of meditation and broad-based imagination about what is going on around him in life, the lessons he teaches in school, or the reading of books. As a young child he read about contemporary snakes, those who swallow their whole prey without chewing to be digested for a long time in their flexible stomach. He then proceeded to draw his imagination, one of the snakes with its prey. When he introduced him to the "mature" to know their opinion in his drawing, they did not understand his drawing, which they saw as a hat. When asked, "Does the picture make you terrified?" Their reaction was mocking and admiring because the child expected a hat to frighten them.

The film introduces the story to give us an impression of the life of that pilot (the little boy obsessed with drawings and snakes) after he made him old and became an old man. Compares us in a scene between a style or a "no pattern" of his life and the lifestyle of the rest of his neighborhood, those silent, pale faces consumed in the world of money and business and money. They have been housed or locked up in their routine homes, designed with straight-edged geometric shapes, a list of angles, faint colors, while his house takes the style of houses we hear about in fairy tales. The old house with its chimney and chimney, surrounded by a tree-lined garden that is not grassy, ​​flies in front of him a kite-flying airplane that is manipulated by air currents here and there. It is a strange landscape full of randomness and chaos in the middle of this traditional quiet and elegant neighborhood. It was the projection of the film on our reality in which we find the routine immersed in the system and the typical daily and the person who refuses to engage in traditional and traditional and looking for his dreams and ambitions without constraining the general view of happiness.

It was striking and new to put this vision to society through the look of the little girl who lives in the house next door to this old pilot. The girl, who suffered from her familiarity with the lifestyle of her unconventional neighbor when she compared her mother's obsessive lifestyle to arranging, coordinating and scheduling all steps of life, believed that she was in control of her life better. Here we see a comparison between those who allow a degree of risk and ambiguity in life to find, with mystery and adventure, a wide knowledge and experience and feeling a new happiness of a different kind, was not to feel it would prefer to walk on the line that was drawn in advance to be the path of his life for reasons unknown.

I find here a reflection of this in our society, for example: a dual medicine and engineering, which we see because of it many young people who have been involved in colleges, departments, jobs and the future of life they do not like, not to satisfy their desire to achieve themselves, but unfortunately only to receive the satisfaction and admiration of their families and the surrounding community. The girl in the film referred to that reality in a genius scene when she accused her mother of caring about the "life schedule" of the girl younger than the girl herself. The mother told her that she cares about the schedule of life because she sees no difference between the girl and her life schedule. "You're the same," she told her. "This is not the plan of my life, this is how you copied my life plan."

When the girl's birthday approached, her father bought her the same gift he used to bring on the occasion, a glass crystal with a small imitation of the "gray" administrative building in which he worked. The gift for the future that he expects for his daughter, which he does not see at all, indicates that he is almost separated from the mother, after he was engulfed in his job, which deprived him of every moment he could enjoy with his daughter.

The mother bought her daughter a microscopic microscope to reflect the mother's obsession with subtle details and looking down. As for the old pilot, we find him escorted by the girl at night to the roof of his house to enjoy watching the stars glittering in the sky through his telescope. Imagination and creativity push you higher and explore your limits and abilities, while routines and imitations that are not accompanied by good thinking and development push you to internalize and turn into a whim or a test field for others' dreams. While you were created to fulfill your desires and show your ambition and pursue your dreams after you arm yourself with good thinking and vision. The difference is that thought in the routine model will be the end of adventure and dreams, while in the other model the thinking and science will be the starting and starting point.

The girl goes on a wonderful journey to find the little prince - the reason for all that story - to bring with her, because her old pilot friend told her I must leave to bring the little prince to his asteroid who lives on him. It was of course referring to the death that must be taken to another world, but in a way that suits the girl's age. Those who thought she was innocent if she brought with her the little prince will not have to her old boyfriend - who was concerned with his stories and adventures strongly - to leave.

Passed that journey on the asteroid of the businessman, who forced all his inhabitants to work to become "effective elements" of society. When he saw that they were wasting some valuable minutes of work looking at stars, contemplation and imagination, he decided to hunt all the stars to turn the night sky dark and dark, and lock all stars "dreams and hopes" in a large glass crucifix. Whenever he wanted to increase the productivity of his staff, he crushed one of those stars into a huge machine to turn it into an electric power with lights and office tools that the staff would take and work harder. This was a metaphor for businessmen and managers who exploit your ambition and dreams in a vicious circle to earn them profits and gains without you reaping something from behind that effort.

The central idea in this story was an explicit comparison between the little child's perspective on the simplicity of things that appear to us as the age of its full complexity and details and our perspective that no longer reminds us of anything about the dreams and fantasies of the little boy we were. Often, our attention to these fine details and particulars has kept us away from the basic purpose of our interest and curiosity in those ideas we analyze. We were interested in the way of our mother's bread for cakes just to enjoy its delicious sweet taste, not to know the mystery of the mixture or the physics and chemistry behind the process or the economic gains that can be achieved by selling cakes. We were looking only for the laughter or ecstasy that we feel when we eat this delicious sweet cake, a feeling we would forget with him all the worries of the world as if we already have solutions to all problems. Are childish tendencies that are not practical in most of our complex mature lives, but it is cruel to suppress those sensations to the point that we have become a miserable clone that has lost the ability even to the faint smile.