Wes Anderson's films are some of the finest the world of cinema has to offer. It all started when I watched The Royal Tenenbaums back in June of last year, a movie a bout a dysfunctional family of geniuses that sometimes aren't the brightest of people. The Royal Tenenbaums captured my attention not just because of the story, but because each frame was carefully drafted to evoke a feeling, the feeling you get when you read a book and imagine every sentence and every page in your own mind. Each scene, the dialogue, the stories...are all unique. What is also unique is that Anderson has gather a "super team" of actors to work in all of his movies; if you watch them you will find in them people like Bill Murray, Jason Schwartzman, and Luke and Owen Wilson.

His other films include:
Bottle Rocket
Rushmore
The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
The Darjeeling Limited
Fantastic Mr. Fox.

So far I've seen all except Steve Zissou. His films share the quirky qualities of fantasy, pain, heartache, and hapiness. Once you have watched one of his films, you will recognize the other instantly. I highly recommend them, Anderson is simply the best at what he does.

This past weekend I had the pleasure of watching Motorcycle Diaries, a story about the early live of Ernesto "Che" Guevara. To be honest, I really don't know much about his life or why he is so controversial, which is a little embarrassing considering he is an important figure in Latin America's political movements. But, with all of that aside, I wanted to talk about the impact such movie had on me.
Motorcycle Diaries narrates the story of "Che" during his early twenties, more specifically about the trip he took with his best friend all around South America and all the adventures they encountered during such trip. The story is moving, filled with passion, adventure, love, and courage, it moved me because I could identify with Ernesto and his discovery of real life and suffering outside of Argentina. I can identify because, in some way or another, I want the same things he wanted during his early years.
I, myself, have undergone that discovery of an "outside world." I have been exposed to the suffering of the world, to injustices, to the fact that in this life nothing is ever that easy. This exposure has made me think that maybe I was put into this world to help others, I so desperately wish I could go to medical school and be able to use that knowledge to help people (I find this a bit funny since Ernesto was a medical student, and abandoned school in order to chase his dream).
I also want to travel, I want to be able to know far beyond places, to meet people, to have adventures, to be able to meet different cultures, different traditions, different souls! Right now, I feel confined in a small place, I feel like a bird in a golden cage...I know I can go far, very far...but certain circumstances prohibit me from doing so, and I hate those circumstances with all my heart.
I desperately want to become a doctor, to build clinics around the world, to help those who need it the most. For some reason, I feel like this is my purpose in life...I've always felt like it is. Maybe the fact that my parents have undergone extraordinary obstacles to make sure I have a better live, and getting away from my goals would be like making fun of everything they've had to go through. That motivates me, it gives me the courage to tell myself that no matter how difficult live may become I can still find a way to break that cage...to turn into the person I want to be...to be able to leave a footprint in this world, even if the footprint disappears almost immediately... the important thing is to make it.