You know, like, everyone’s saying ‘seize the moment’? I don’t know I’m kind of thinking it’s the other way around. You know, like, ‘the moment seizes us’. Yeah, I know it’s constant, the moment, it’s just like it’s always right now. 

Watching my life in Boyhood.

I watched myself grow up again tonight.

What happens when you live your life confused? What about living under the impression that you’re moving one way and there are thousands of other voices telling you to turn around? Things I thought about growing up, and continue to think about today.

After watching Boyhood, ended I found myself overcome. I let out one big breath and walked out of the theater.

I honestly could have sat in my seat the rest of the night.

Never have I seen a movie so relative to my life. Expanding upon that, never have I felt more compelled by a movie-going experience. There is no “twist”, there is no “drama”, it’s life. What happens in that movie is just what the title is, maturation.

The narrative hit home to me. I won’t go into the story too much because I want people to see it for themselves. And no, there’s nothing to spoil, because there’s no big reveal, because there’s no spoiler in life. It just happens.

Everything from watching Mason—the main character—ride bikes across small town suburban dirt paths to his philosophy on life maturing to him asking his father, what the hell is the point of all this (girls, happiness, life)? His creativity wanting to emerge, but people telling him how to harness it in their own constructive way. His relationship with his mother, his father, friends, etc. All eerily relative to myself. I didn’t expect that.

How do you deal with people in your life that think you’re gloom and doom when you’re really just introspective? Are you an outcast for thinking that everything can and should be questioned? How do you explain to others that you’re not a drag, you’re analyzing.

There’s no one right way to do anything. No matter what people tell you, no matter how careful you can be, there are pitfalls and it’s easy to stumble. Take what you learn and use it.

The part that hit home the most was when he became more existential and started to believe that there were only a handful of people that understood his outlook. I’ve felt the same way. There are plenty more people who care about you, and who you care about, but that’s not necessarily the same as understanding. What I learned, and Richard Linklater flawlessly touched on is that, that’s not a bad thing. The movie tells you to keep looking, keep searching, because that’s part of the journey and beauty of life.

The scene that hit me the hardest was near the end when he’s driving through West Texas and Hero by Family of the Year plays. I choked up. The empty road, the new terrain was—in my opinion—the climax of the film. It’s a build up throughout the whole film. In that scene I watched myself, four years ago, driving to San Marcos for the first time. I watched myself grow up again.

The movie doesn’t end with questions being answered or even a sense of certainty, it ends where another could begin.

I could honestly write more, but I want people to see it so they can potentially experience something similar.

What it said about Texas

Equally as impacting was that it touched on a side of Texas that’s more reflective of current culture.

Growing up I’ve always been “ashamed” of being Texan. I say “ashamed” because I don’t dislike the state, I dislike what people’s idea of the state is. I’m ashamed that I’m categorized with cowboys, trucks and country culture. I hate it.

The idea of masculinity is skewed into one mold, cowboy. Uncomfortable is putting it lightly, I genuinely hate it.

If you don’t listen to George Strait you’re odd and if you don’t fit the country mold, you’re odd. People think there’s something wrong. Or at least that’s what’s projected.

Mason’s life growing up, the crowd he hangs with and the counter-culture he thrives in is a vibrant part of Texan culture, especially Austin culture. There’s nothing more authentic in this film than its depiction of the urban music scene. No, not country music, the music scene in its entirety. The scenes in Austin are so genuine. I finally felt reassured that country culture may be what’s projected out loud to the public, but it’s the underlying counter-culture that more realistically reflects the Austin, Dallas and Houston vibe of Texas.