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Saturday, March 11, 2006

"Those stories about Africa...About you...They're true aren't they?"

"Doesn't matter"

"It does too. Around my mom all I hear is lies. I don't know what to believe in."

"If you want to believe in something, then believe in it. Just because something isn't true, no reason you can't believe in it. All right. There's a long speech I give to young men. Sounds like you need to hear a piece of it. Just a piece."

"Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things that a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that honor...Courage and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; and I want you to remember this, that love... true love never dies. Remember that boy. Remember that. Doesn't matter if it's true or not. You see, a man should believe in those things, because...those are the things worth believing in. Got that?"

- Secondhand Lions

Later on in the movie, Jasmine, the old lion dies while saving the boy from his attacker.

"What happen to her?"

"It looks like her heart gave out in all of the excitement. She was plenty old, you know?"

"Look... I think she is smiling."

"Yeah, I guess she died happy."

" She died with her boots on, that's the main thing."

"Protecting her cub."

"She was a real lion, wasn't she? There in the end?"

"Sure."

"A real jungle lion...A real Africa lion."

We live in a world and culture that tells us what to believe in. Most of the which are lies and only meant to keep us enslaved. The lion, who lived most of her life in a zoo, never experiencing the wild as she was created for, was still able to find herself and become who she was meant to be in the end. Like the lion, who never lived in the jungle, we have never lived in our true enviornment, the garden. But, if we stand-up and live-out what I believe in, we can still go out with our boots on; fulfill our purposes, just as we are intended to.

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