When I look back at the times in my life that represent
moments of proud achievement, those moments were almost always followed by a
curious sense of melancholy. This used to bother me a great deal.
Why do I feel sad after I’ve worked so hard
to accomplish this goal? What’s missing? I’ve since learned that this is
quite common. After achieving something you’ve worked so hard for, it’s not
unusual to be left with a feeling of longing.
What the hell do I do now? Where do I go from here? What now?
That feel of achievement-based melancholy is represented so
well in Damien Chazelle’s new, appropriately thrilling and patient film, First Man.
