Matthew McConaughey made what some considered a strange speech at the Oscars last night, where he spoke of being asked who his hero was and giving a very curious answer. Here’s basically what he said:
When he was a teen, someone asked him who his hero was. He responded that he was his own hero. Or he would be in ten years. The same person came back to him in 10 years and asked him if he’d become his own hero yet. McConaughey responded with some surprise that, no, he hadn’t yet, but that he expected to be his own hero in ten more years.
Some were perplexed by this little parable, thinking either that it made no sense or that it was an ego trip of massive proportions. Neither is true. McConaughey was making a point about self-growth and goal setting.
Nope, I’m not yanking your chain. That’s what I believe his message was.
In order to grow as a person, you have to strive for it. You can’t just sit back and take each day as it comes, reacting but not planning or attempting to learn anything or improve the results. You have to set a goal to be a better person tomorrow, next week, next month, or in 10 years. You have to strive to improve…to learn…to reach a series of smaller goals that will ultimately help you hone in on a much bigger one. You’ll most likely never quite reach that goal, because you’ll always know you can be better. You can do better. You can improve. But you’ll continue to grow. Because you’re actively working toward that goal.
And in the end, that’s all you really need to do. Be the best you can be at any given moment…and know that you will continue to find a way to be better.
I’m unlike a lot of Americans, I think, in that I really don’t care much for the Hollywood gang. They tend to be shallow in thought and deed, moving through life like giant, squishy blobs of feeling without rational thought. Plus I don’t appreciate their constant preaching and inserting of their agendas into movies and television meant for entertainment. It has nothing to do with whether I share their viewpoint or not. I liken it to being approached by a Jehovah’s Witness member at my home. I understand they believe what they believe…I can respect their right to believe it…but I’m not sure what part of their DNA tells them they have the right to foist it on me. Which makes it a surprise, even to me, that today I’m going to give one of the Hollywood crowd giant Kudos.
Have a fist bump, Reese Witherspoon. You showed great maturity and class by admitting you were a drunken ass-wipe and apologizing for it. I’m giving you a virtual standing O. Nicely done. Let’s face it, we’re all asses once in a while. And admitting it is dang hard. Especially when you live in la la land, where everybody around you makes it their vocation to constantly tell you how wonderful you are…how much better than the common man you are…and it takes everything you have to stay humble and grounded.
But Reese apparently has kept a grip on her humility. She’s still got her humanity firmly within her grasp. She’s got enough class to not only admit when she was wrong, but also apologize for it.
You’ve convinced me, Reese Witherspoon. You are a notch above most of your peers. You’re truly a class act. Well done.
I’m definitely going to see your next movie. Even if it sucks.