What gets you out of the
bed in the morning?
For Logan in The Wolverine, that's a hard question. The one-time X-Man has seen better days. He's still riddled with guilt and despair over the events of X3: The Last Stand, when he was forced to kill his love, Jean Grey. His immortality has become a wearisome burden. Now the guy lives in a cave, away from everything he could love or hate or feel anything about at all.
What gets Logan out of
bed? Maybe his nightmares are the only thing.
But one evening, he meets
Yukio, a bright-haired girl from Japan who wants Logan to renew acquaintances
with Yashida, a man Logan saved in Nagasaki during World War II. Logan agrees
to see the dying man, but when he walks into Yashida's high-tech sick room, it
almost feels as though the old man is sorry for Logan. Yashida calls him a "Ronin," a samurai without a
master. His life is empty, without meaning, Yashida suggests. He has, perhaps,
literally outlived his usefulness.
I've always appreciated,
but never loved, the X-Men movies. In some ways, they feel the most comic-booky
of all the major superhero franchises out there, and I'm not familiar enough
with the source materials to unreservedly embrace these Marvel-ous mutants.
But I liked The Wolverine (albeit not without
reservation). It's one of the best movies in the extended franchise. And while
part of that may be because of the storyline (Wolverine stops healing!) or cool
bullet train fight scene, I think I'm also attracted to the flick because of
the question at the core of it: What gets you out of bed?
It's a question I've
asked myself at times. I suspect all of us have. There are days where life just
feels a little rote and even pointless—like an old-school videogame where you
can't save and, whenever you die, you wind up at the very beginning. You wind
up trudging through levels you’ve already done to earn rewards that don’t much
matter and, eventually, you ask yourself, what’s the point?
I don't have those
moments often. but I do have them.
And while Logan and I
couldn't be less alike (though someday I may try to grow wicked-cool
sideburns), we did find the same answer to this bothersome question—or, perhaps
more fairly, two: People and purpose. And both neatly intertwine.
After his strange
encounter with Yashida, Logan meets his beautiful granddaughter, Mariko. And
it’s not long before he realizes that lots of folks want her dead. Now, Logan
may not be the warmest guy you’ll meet, but he’s always had a thing for
protecting people. And so he swings into action, protecting Mariko as best as
he can.
But here’s the thing:
Logan has been infected with mortality. His wounds don’t heal instantly like
they used to. And after one bloody shootout, Logan faints—and Mariko has to
whisk him off to get him patched up.
“I never needed this
before,” he says to someone after he’s been neatly bandaged.
“What,” the woman
responds. “Help?”
We all could use a little
help, even in those moments we pretend to be immortal or invulnerable. We need
people around us. It’s funny—when I’m in a blue or foul mood, I don’t often
search out people. But when I find them in spite of myself, or when they find
me, they very often make my day. They ratchet down my loose thoughts and give
me a better perspective on everything.
Through Mariko, Logan
rediscovers his purpose. It’s not that he’s just touched by Mariko’s care. It’s
not just that he winds up caring for her, too, and shows that he would do pert
near anything to save her. It’s that, through his service and care for her,
Logan realizes that he’s at his happiest when he’s doing that for other people,
too. His mutated genetics didn’t just create a fearsome freak of nature.
Something in his soul was branded with the policeman’s motto: To protect and
serve. And before the credits roll, he leaves to protect and serve some other
folks, as well.
He is a Ronin no more. He
has a master: his purpose. And he is happier for it.
The Wolverine touches on a lot of themes that I talked about in God on the Streets of Gotham. Logan,
Bruce Wayne, you and me are at our happiest when we’re doing what we’re meant
to do. We’re all built for something. We’re made to work. By extension, we’re
made to serve. Ultimately, of course, we serve God—but that often manifests
itself here on earth by doing what we can for others.
When I ask myself that
question, Why should I get out of bed today, the answer is deceptively simple:
people and purpose. I have work to do. I have friends and family to support—and
who very often support me when I need it.
And sometimes, even when
I’m in a funk, I find that if I concentrate on people and purpose my heavy mood
slips off my shoulders like a satin cloth. And I feel God’s joy running through
my veins again.