And The Oscar Goes To…
It is Friday again, just like last week. There is something peaceful about this repetition. You know exactly what is going to happen, but you still find joy in it.
This simple pattern of returning to familiar things is meaningful. It shows us that the past can be just as important as the present. We do not always need new experiences to feel happy. Sometimes, there is value in the old ones, that we return to over and over. They offer a reminder that the things we already know can bring us joy.
I am spending my Friday night rewatching, The Scent of a Woman. Yes, again.
There is something special about returning to a film you know so well. The lines, the music, the way everything unfolds. Al Pacino’s Oscar-winning performance stands out, not just for its brilliance, but because it reminds me of how often we are not recognized for our efforts until much later. Pacino had delivered incredible performances before and Godfather is one of them, but it was this one that finally brought him the Oscars.
Isn’t that how life feels sometimes? I give my all, pour my heart into everything I do, and yet, it often feels like no one notices. But just because I am not seen does not mean it did not matter. It did. Every small victory, mattered.
So tonight, there are Oscars for all of us, even if there is no stage and no one to clap, just a quiet night and a pizza on its way (no Pineapple please).