I saw the Hunger Games about a week ago, and I loved it (I ordered the book the other day). I can’t stop thinking about it. Of course, one of the first things The Hunger Games makes you wonder is “Would I do that?” And then “Could I do that?” I guess I should interject a “Spoiler alert” for anyone who hasn’t seen or read it yet.
In the first, what(?) 15 minutes of the movie(?), I was already holding back tears (yeah, yeah) when Katniss took her sister’s place by volunteering as tribute in the Hunger Games. What love! What bravery! Could I be so brave in that situation? I myself have a younger sister as my sole sibling. We’re 9 years apart, and although we have a great mom, I find that I try to horn in on that role from time to time, and of course, as much as I hate to say it on the internet (haha), I do love my sister. Of course, we’re not living in the poorest district of a post-apocalyptic world (that right?) where the rich have more obvious control over things than they do today, and my mom isn’t some zombified shell of a woman, and I don’t have to shoot squirrels in the eye to keep my family from starving to death. But maybe I can relate a little. Maybe a lot of people can. My family has never been well-off (or however you’d like to put it). My mom is so good with money that we live a great life, but there have been times where I’ve been worried. And I’m so arrogant that I always feel it’s somehow up to me to be some sort of hero and take care of everyone, emotionally or financially. It’s part of the reason why I started vegetable gardening, actually. Anyway, maybe I feel I can relate. So what would I do?
If my sister were chosen to be tribute for The Hunger Games, I’d have to take her place. Could I survive? I’d feel better about it if I had killer (ha) archery skills, but I’d work with what I’ve got. She’s 11 years old, for crying out loud. (I’d actually be too old to qualify… but still!) When it comes to your family, you have a responsibility to do whatever you can to take care of them. This is a natural instinct, is it not? Add the emotional ties of a shared life and possibly a common womb, and what the right course of action is should be obvious. It’s a lot easier to be brave when you’re being brave for someone else, and when you truly love someone, you’ll do whatever you can to make sure they’ll be alright, no matter the situation. And that, everyone can relate to.