Wall-E

I watched Wall-E for what must have been the 100th time. I know 100 times may be a little bit exaggerated, but I am probably not that far off. The bad part is only about 10 % of the time is due to my children. The rest of the time is purely by my choice. I’m not sure how strange it is for a grown man to find an emotional connection to a children’s cartoon, but I do.

I see myself in Wall-E, this little beat up trash compacter who longs for the love of another. His world, much like my own, void of life till this vision, a beauty no words can fathom, descends from heaven above. I’m only able to watch from afar as she dances through the sky. She is unaware of my presence, as she moves gracefully within her element. Much like my small robotic friend I long for a mere touch of the hand, so eager to reach out, so terrified to be denied. My name gently rolls off her lips and I melt. Her name occupies me. Much like my little yellow metal friend I wish to introduce her to my world, hoping to bring her joy.

In the end this lovable beat up metal box known to us as Wall-E achieves what we all look for, love. As far as my ending, it is still being told, but I will keep searching, hoping, never giving up.