It’s been a while since I watched a movie in theaters. I went to see Mickey 17, honestly just planning to kill some time with my girlfriend. It was supposed to be one of those chill date nights—but the movie left me more thoughtful than I expected. I walked out of the theater feeling kind of blank, in that good, quiet way when something hits deeper than you thought it would.
To be honest, I’ve been a little off lately. Ever since my girlfriend came to Canada from Korea, life has been a whirlwind—new routines, new responsibilities, new adjustments. I told myself I’d still keep grinding and moving forward a little every day, but somewhere along the line, that focus got blurry. I started letting things slide more often, thinking, “This is fine… isn’t it?”
But watching Mickey 17 shook me back a bit.
The movie’s about Mickey, a guy who gets cloned every time he dies. Same memories, same body. But is he still the same Mickey? At first I thought, “That’s ridiculous.” But the longer I watched, the more that question stuck with me. These days, I find myself wondering the same thing in a different way: who am I, really? Between school, work, blogging, investing, trying to build something meaningful—am I still me? Or just someone swept up by momentum?
On the surface, the movie is simple. But beneath it, it carries some surprisingly heavy questions. Mickey keeps coming back to life and still searches for himself every time. Watching that made me realize—I’ve been a little lost lately, too. Caught up in to-do lists and daily survival, I forgot to check in with how I really feel, or where I actually want to be going.
After the movie, walking outside with my girlfriend, I felt a little embarrassed. Like I’d been zoning out in life. I don’t want to keep living on autopilot. Not saying I’ll suddenly become a new person overnight, but maybe I can recalibrate—pay a bit more attention to each day. Like Mickey, even if the world keeps spinning, I can still ask myself who I really am and choose how I want to show up.
This film reminded me that no matter how busy or chaotic life gets, we need moments to reflect. To ask the quiet questions. And to make space for our own answers.
P.S.
Sometimes when I’m reading a book, watching a movie, or writing on this blog, I find myself wondering what kind of lives my readers are living and what thoughts they carry with them. Whatever you might be going through, I hope this space can become a place where you feel comfortable sharing. If there’s ever anything on your mind, feel free to drop a comment—I’m always here to listen.