The corner of our mind is the ideal self we always want to be. There is an ideal self that some of us create with the dissatisfaction of the self, and some of us are not satisfied with the self.
What if this idealized self is a poisonous ivy that has taken our own self in the midst of our lives? Was it too worthless in our self, or would we feel valuable in our ideal self? Who were we, imprisoned prisoners? Or are the slaves fluttering to reach their ideal self?
Why did the big act of big-fish Edward Bloom, lead man of continuous tales, become the ideal self? What was it that he couldn't handle?
A line in the film said: Japanese fish could not grow in a small aquarium, they would be three or four times larger than they were when they were taken to a bigger place.
And Edward Bloom would have been too small for his fan to run out of his lantern. Being able to grow more, to be a person beyond the self, to be able to discover more people and to develop as they discover, chose to be the chief of the fairy tales.
But what if we want to be the big fish in our dreams instead of ourselves, will we betray our selves? Let's say that: We must accept our ego and strive for our ideal self, probably not betray our self.
Is he the person he is or the person he wants to be?
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Thought provoking....