Two Popes (Netflix, 2019) When you are young, you think you are unique. You think you are God-sent and has some set of things to do. You perceive things that happen around you as living proof that these are signs from the Divine. You carry on convinced that it is the right thing. Challenges come and go. You win some, and that doubles your certainty that you are on the right track. You go into it knee-deep. Soon the initial euphoria dies down. Pretty fast, the miracles that were supposed to trickle in fail to materialise. Decisions are harder to make. Things are not so black or white anymore. With age and wisdom, you realise, you cannot change everything. Somebody is sleeping on the job. Perhaps you were wrong all this while. But then, it cannot be. All of life's work go to zilch? Cognitive dissonance sets in. You cannot falter. Right or wrong, you have to soldier on. You march on questioning everything. Answers do not come, but you make your own anyway. You finally realise ...
It is all Mimesis