Where dreams may go…

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16 years ago, this movie had it’s part in changing how I thought about certian things. It was also the first real taste of true CGI and how it can be used to tell stories in a way that words would fail. 10 years prior to that I would watch a VCR rip of a Robin Williams HBO special with my dad that he got.  In contrast, seeing that man in that role taught me a lot about comedy, a lot about depression and life in general.

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I see a lot of people reacting less to his passing and more about his war with depression, and the battle he lost to suicide. None of you are right or wrong (except Rush Limbaugh, screw that guy).  People find some kind of solace in thinking suicide is a choice. It helps them cope with what they have no control of during a time when control is what they feel they lack when seeing stuff like this happen.  It’s a natural compensation. When the brain forces despair, there’s not many places you can run. That’s why a lot of the things People have been saying is how depression in general needs more exposure, and more people need to see it as a true illness that at its ugliest, can take what is most precious, and that depression is not just saddness.  Depression is a feedback loop of negative emotions that if not kept in check can spiral downward – out of control.

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Contrasting again; stories like Mr Williams and the art he made shows people who do have the disease how much hope there really is, and shows people who do not live with the disease exactly how serious it can be, and the sad consequences that can occur when it is at its worse.

On top of all the art and work he gave the world, I think that might be the most important lesson he gave us.

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