Joaquin Phoenix

This man is very important to me. He is the vulnerable high schooler with learning challenges. He is the nervous empreror in Gladiator. He is Johnny Cash at his best and worst. He is a good man who loves his family. He is an amazing actor who portrays so many people ridiculously well. And he may also be tired or emotionally wrecked from being all of these painful damaged people. He may also love hip hop. I don't, but who cares what I love in this situation?

My thinking is this: Joaquin Phoenix is a rare find. He is amazing at what he does and doesn't want to do it anymore. Everyone hopes that he will change his mind. But we don't know what he goes through. We only know the end result, and its the end result which makes us happy. Why do we so desire that which satisfies us and not the main person involved? This is wrong. This is not about us. We may appreciate him immensely and treasure his movies and acting skills, but who cares if he wants to try rapping? It even sounds ridiculous to me and I still want him to pursue that which makes him happiest. I would want it for anyone. Does his greatness really make me want it less for him?
I think not. I wish all these articles and headlines and banners and videos would just leave him alone. It looks like that's what he wants anyway, and he seems to be trying his hardest to get them to do just that.

Good night.

Exhaustion

I am now in that phase of being in which I am used to only work and home, but am now readjusting to work, home and school. This means that I am constantly tired and often times forget things like homework. I can't really do that now because I am taking two american Lit classes and actually have a small assignment due tomorrow. I think I'll be alright, but its just getting to me in these first two weeks.

Anyway, I'm sure it'll work out soon.