Enter through the narrow gate.

For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction

and many enter through it.

But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life,

and only a few find it.

This is the word of the Lord.

Thanks to be to God.

Just a couple of years ago now,

I saw an indie film called the worst person in the world.

I didn't know anything about it, but I do have a weakness for old movie theaters and a

guilty pleasure relationship with popcorn.

And so that's how Kaye and I ended up spending this Friday night reading the subtitles of a foreign independent film

while crunching nutritional yeast-renched popcorn kernels.

And the film documents the young adult life of Julie.

He covers all of her 20s and early 30s

as she falls in and out of love, she falls in and out of purpose in and out of identities that she

tries on like outfits in and out of meaning finding it briefly only to lose it as

quickly as she thought she had it.

Julie's young adult life is in most ways entirely unremarkable.

It's normal, common, probably not so unlike mine or yours. The film is abrasively titled The Worst Person in the World

because it's so quietly, so justifiably, documents Julie living selfishly. Wedged between desires for self-fulfillment and self-protection.

She manages to dabble in loves and career paths and communities and lifestyles, but never commit, never give of herself, never lose herself that she might find herself.

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