The “Secret Life” of Jack Skellington

Or, how the “Pumpkin King” of Halloween Town found the ‘other side’ of life.

“I’m sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright.

I’m tired of being something that goes bump in the night.

I’m bored with leering my horrible glances,

And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances.

I don’t like graveyards, and I need something new.

There must be more to life than just yelling, ’Boo!’”

~ Excerpt from the Tim Burton poem that is the basis of the film.

No doubt, Jack, no doubt about it!

Accepting one identity carte blanche, and adopting it for all its worth… it can get monotonous, huh?

Which brings me to a personally-revealing observation I hope you’ll indulge me with.

First, I’ll admit that I fought tooth and nail to get “dressed up” for a Halloween party. I never dress-up. Never have. Always felt, there’s more pressing and pertinent things to do.

Irrespective of wealth, status, or pedigree, everybody is going through something dark.

It was probably Carl Jung who first started talking about our Shadow Selves (do correct me if it was somebody else) — i.e., those parts of our ego we dislike and disown; that we regret and repress.

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