Today, Errol Flynn would be turning 101 years old. He died at 50 years of age.
How do I know this fascinating information? I just finished reading his autobiography, "My Wicked Wicked Ways." At the time, it was very scandalous as he disclosed his many affairs, allegations of rape, and ups and downs of acting, along with his "colorful" childhood and young adulthood.
What struck me is not that after attaining so much power, money, and women, he still was disillusioned. No, it was that this is a story repeated over and over and over. Now his story is the story of countless other men (and women) who sought fame and fortune and sexual freedom only to find it was hollow.
"Vanity, vanity, all is vanity." It's a timeless tale.
Errol's father was distant and his mother was, allegedly, cruel. He had a rocky relationship with both, but most particularly with his mother. He admits wanting to please her, yearning for a good relationship with her. He found faith in God challenging, though he yearned for it as well. Like so many others, he couldn't do the hard work of learning more, thinking more and self-examination. Instead, he went after the next "shiny thing" that came along. That what was before him, drew him. And he was deceived time and time again, but never did he try something differently, just different women, different thrills, and different homes.
Faith is a gift. What is it called when a gift is offered and never received?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment