The Moon's Reaching for Me
He tells her, "You're reaching for the moon."
"No, Father," she replies, "The moon's reaching for me."
This particular line has always stayed with me, ever since I use to watch the movie Sabrina over and over again in my tiny Brooklyn apartment.
Now, to Sabrina, the moon was mostly David Larrabee, the absolute love of her life. David Larrabee, the son of her father's employer, who, at first, could not be bothered with her existence at all (how absolutely treacherous)!
But what an ineffably gorgeous idea! The idea that we are not actually reaching for the life we so desperately want, but that our destiny is actually reaching for us! That the universe has astounding things in store for us, that this fate is reaching out to us and calling our names!
There is nothing too tremendous to wish for. There is nothing out of reach.
This stunning idea, that you are not yearning for a life you cannot have but that a more substantial and beautiful life is yearning for you.
Often, though, the destiny we want for ourselves is not our actual destiny. As Sabrina herself learned, the love of her life was never David after all (even though David had finally come to his senses and fallen madly in love with her). It was his older brother, Linus, who had been her moon all along. And so, she found herself sailing away to Paris with the moon.
But what is our moon? Is it a person? Is it a career? Is it a life? Does the moon just represent happiness, in whatever shape or form that may manifest itself?
Maybe it is not as palpable as we want it to be. Maybe, it's a mixture of a million inexplicable things.
But the idea behind the moon reaching for you is a spectacular one. It's the confidence that you are destined for great things. It's the idea that you don't have to settle for any old life, even if you think it's the "right" or "sensible" one.
It's the idea that your ship to Paris is waiting for you, you just have to get out there and find it.
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