"I am a nice shark, not a mindless eating machine. If I am to change this image, I must first change myself. Fish are friends, not food."
Bruce
Finding Nemo
2003
Life does remind me of an endless ocean. It comes with its depth, its ebb and its flow, and its opportunity to see great and beautiful things. The ocean is constantly moving, the ocean is constantly evolving. Life is enabled and its life below the surface is ever enchanting.
To be a fish in a pond of wonder is like being a fish in a sea of sharks.
It can both be intimidating and real, or it can be exceptionally imperfect. I look to the water for answers. I look to the water for advice. Will it move me in the right direction? Will it offer me some sort of solitude from the storm?
Life is about finding that wave of resistance, and being true to one another. Life is about friendship and going beyond the call of nature to define it. Finding Nemo was just that. Friendship, bravery, comrade to comrade psyche. We must exude a power to find our friends when our friends have always given us directions.
Nemo was a character in search of the grander scheme of things. Nemo was a character in search for the unknown. When time, trials and tribulations enlist such a reality that often we might over assume and under achieve, we find that somehow we are testing ourselves and of course testing the waters in which we wade.
I often at times imagine a world of the underworld above the sea. This chain of hierarchy, this stack ranking of power and perception, even the sharks with whom we meet.
What if the world was as evolving as the sea and the life in its own environment? Has the sea become the answer to the core in each one of our souls? Has the sea got this all figured out to begin with?
Finding Nemo wasn't just about exploration of ones desires and soul...it was about exploration of ones endless optimism.
If we all can see the ocean as half full, are we only seeking the ideal that perhaps we are somewhat half empty?
Animation brought us more than this film and its story. Animation gave us an image to the question we all seek to answer... can one be content in their own ocean, can one be content in their own skin?


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My wife hasn't outgrown them - she's coerced me into going to see an Israeli claymation called "Mary and Max" at our local art cinema this weekend. Which reminds me: write about Wallace and Gromit, will ya?
ScanMan.. Even if you don't comment, I know you read. You are a great guy!! That is awesome about the flowers on the ocean floor and no oxygen. Great realization.
Cranky Cuss...Seriously.. I was so shocked with Nemo.. our family adores it too. Ellen was so vibrant and funny. Wallace and Gromit?? Never seen it. Wonder why?? I have to check it out. I'll put it in the queue. Thanks!