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Issue №25 · By Tanner Holm 4 min read

Dead Poets Society, and the father who never listened.

What a week, eh? I don't know about you guys, but it was a rough one. Hopefully you survived it, had some good food and a chance to get stronger and spend time with the kids. And as always, if you need someone to talk to, reach out to me — I'm sometimes slow, but I will respond, cross my heart.

This month's film is Dead Poets Society. Fall term at a stuffy boarding school — sweaters, stone buildings, leaves everywhere. It's basically September in movie form. Everybody remembers Keating standing on the desk and the whole carpe diem thing. But watch it again as a dad and you'll find yourself watching Neil's father instead. The man provides, plans, sacrifices — and somehow never once actually listens to his kid.

“Solvitur ambulando.” — It is solved by walking.

Mr. Perry was clearly a bad-guy type when I was a kid, but as a dad I can empathize with him — giving your child a good future is by far the highest reward a father can seek out. Sometimes we just don't understand what a “good future” means.

Seizing the day is important, but balancing that with helping them avoid pitfalls and being ready for when reality slaps them across the face is a really fine line to walk. So… good luck, guys. Take some time to actually listen to your kiddos, so you can help build them a future they'll actually want to live in…

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