A “call” is made to a protagonist of any good story. This holds true in the Odyssey, Watership Down, The Matrix, Star Wars, and many, if not any other basic storyline. This is important in order for the reader, viewer, or listener to make a personal connection early on in order to gain and keep interest. In the Odyssey, you find that Odysseus is driven to get home, once and for all. After the long war on Troy, time and time again he runs into quandaries that prevent him from swiftly returning home. Odysseus could very easily have stayed and enjoyed the blissful life with the Lotus Eaters or could have given in to the beautiful song of the sirens, but he does everything he can to press on and make his way back to his wife and son. In Watership Down, the call faced is to flee their lifelong home, where generation upon generation of their ancestors lived their lives. And what makes it even more difficult is that no one knows if it is truely necessary to leave (with the exception of Fiver himself) since this call is based solely upon a gut feeling of a fellow rabbit.
In life, everyone must respond to “calls.” Calls may be welcomed cordially or, in the case of many novels and cinematic adventures, with critisicm or condemnation… at first. In my life, an example of this might be as simple as trying to decide on my major as I progressed through high school. Throughout middle school I enjoyed creating art works of many sorts very much, and for years I had an interest in seeking a furthered art education. I was never a bad student in other classes though all the while. My 9th grade year in high school I took a biology course and, with little effort, managed to get other students in my class to despise me for destroying grading curves. At the end of the semester, my teacher approached me and asked what I was planning on doing with my future, and when I replied with my intentions of pursuing art, she told me I should think about going into a science field. That wasn’t what I wanted to do though. So the next year I took my first chemistry course, and the same events took place throughout that class as did in my first bio class. I started to wonder if maybe sciences might not be such a terrible calling after all. I found myself increasingly interested in the field and took advanced bio and chem courses later and did indeed manage to change my mind. Now my course of study is bio/pre med and I’m quite happy with my decision.
From 101 Great American Poems, I found a poem by Rober Frost that seemed to echo the way I felt about my decision. Called Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, the poem makes note of someone who stops in the middle of the woods, darkness and cold all around him, and finds beauty in the surroundings. Similarly, I was able to stop in my life and realize the beauty in subjects that I once only wanted to get through and leave behind. and now that I found this, I know that I too have “miles to go before I sleep.”