“I believe in music, the way some people believe in fairy tales…” – August Rush
August Rush, one of my favourite movies.
I watched it recently, again. I have lost count of how many times I watched it.
This time, what stood out as I watched it….. again, is Robin Williams.
One of my favourite actors, maybe he was one of yours too, Robin Williams passed on in 2014.
Robin Williams was not the kind of hero you are reminded of every day. He was certainly not that action-figure hero that kids toys are made out of his character.
He was one of those actors who quietly, silently built themselves on you.
He grows on you.
You might remember him when you hear a piece of music from a movie soundtrack on the radio.
Or when the TV channels inevitably play Mrs Doubtfire trailers at Christmas.
Journalist Ty Burr tells the story about the time he met Williams one morning on a New York street, as they were both setting out for a jog.
For a split second Ty saw the man before his brain processed who he was.
The man [not the actor] smiled back until he saw the flicker of recognition cross Ty’s face, then he put on his celebrity armour.
The irony of the human condition is that we fear being invisible and yet we fear being seen.
We want to feel like what we do matters, that our time here stood for something. And yet we know that when we stick our necks out we are opening ourselves up to criticism and failure.
Despite his genius Robin Williams was no exception, he experienced the fear of not being good enough as we all do.
He once acknowledged: “this idea that you would better keep working otherwise people will forget.”
It was that need to keep raising the bar that made him one of those rare actors who could make us laugh and cry in equal measure.
He cared about doing that. He knew it mattered.
He understood that he was here to contribute a verse and that doing it meant facing his fear of failure.
I am glad he did.
What will your verse be?