The Big Lebowski is pretty much one of my favorite movies ever. It's very nearly perfect. It's also very quotable. When I call Diana, "My special lady," she responds with, "You mean your fucking lady friend." If you know, you know. The cast is legend.
But one of the primary characteristics is the laid-back (well, lazy slob) quality of The Dude, the "other Lebowski." He's not super motivated unless it involves going bowling or making a white Russian. Regardless of the weird stuff that happens to him, he tends to roll with stuff. It's an admirable quality.
Me, on the other hand, I seem to treat more and more things as important to an inapplicable extent. I mean, doing right by my child and wife, yes, those are important, and I do my best to fulfill that important obligation. Those don't feel burdensome (though the parenting is definitely difficult). But everything else... is it really that important?
I know all of the stories about what people recall as important on their deathbed, and of course most of the things I stress over are none of those things. Why is it so hard to keep that frame of mind?
The Dude abides.
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