Day 22: What fictional character in a movie, tv show, or book do you identify with and why?
As you can see, I’m kind of a Disney freak. I grew up watching Disney movies with my dad as far back as I can remember. I know all of the words from the best of the best and I’m sure I can professionally (or obnoxiously) sing all of the songs. About a few years ago, I was watching The Lion King and for what ever reason I just started bawling like a baby…. and then I watched it again. Then I saw that Mulan was on Netflix (God’s greatest gift to mankind) and it was like Heaven dropped in my room.
Since I’m supposed to share which fictional character I identify with, I’d figure I’d cheat a little and give you a double whammie.
If there was one animal that I could ever relate to, movie wise, it’s this one. If you’ve never seen this (which is a sin if you haven’t. It’s in the bible.) Simba is the son of Mufasa, the king of the jungle. He’s got the the world pretty much in his paw. Until he feels shame and guilt and all sorts of condemnation. He does what most humans do: he runs. He hides. He changes. He forgets. He spends the rest of his life trying to rid himself of a mistake he made (or thinks he made) and becomes someone else. And then he is found and reminded.
“You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me. Look inside yourself, Simba. You are more than what you have become. You must take your place in the Circle of Life.”
I can’t tell you how many times that one line has brought forth tears to my eyes. Even as I’m typing this out in the Starbucks, I’m holding them back because I’m being reminded. Simba and I are so similar because we’ve done some pretty dumb stuff in our lives and then we’ve ran and hid. We think that we aren’t worthy of being more than what we’ve been called to do. So we try to change into the people (or lion) that we think we’re supposed to be: less of. Less qualified. Short of amazing. But when I need a pick me up and some reassurance of why I exist in the Circle of Life, I just watch Lion King and then go to scripture and cry out.. And then I breath and reach.
From the moment this movie came out, I fell head over heels in love with Mulan. She’s the girl I would love to be when I grow up. Daring, sacrificial, loving and a true bad ass. Of course I can’t relate to her in being Chinese and fighting for my country. But I can say that me and her are still very similar. She a young woman, like myself, wanting to be someone that her family can be proud of. Bring them honor. Be the topic over tea or rice with the rest of town. I wanted that at one point in my life, and I still do sometimes. There was a time where I wanted to make my dad proud; make straight A’s, become valedictorian, have a flawless personality and all that jazz. But I didn’t. It was an image that I couldn’t measure up to. I had to come to grips with the fact that I was never going to be EXACTLY who my earthly dad wanted me to be. I only made A’s in gym and band and I don’t think I had a personality to speak of. But as I grew into the knowledge of Christ, I started figuring out little bits and pieces about me and what I like to do. I flowed in a different direction than what my dad wanted me to go and I found out that it was perfectly okay to do that. I wasn’t weird, I was [finally] me. And I think even though Mulan got her family’s honor in the end, her very presence in the end was all her family wanted. No need for jumping through hoops and barrels to earn it, she could have just been. We can all just be.