There is a scene from the 'Good Will Hunting' which showcases the brilliance of an experienced life.
Its one of my favorite conversations that I read or listened to. In this article I have written the conversation for you to have an awesome read.
There are two characters in it.
1) Sean (Robin Williams)- Aged around 50 Years. The one who is assigned the job of making 'Will' realize and respect his immense intellect.
2) Will (Matt Damon)- A teenager who is a child prodigy. A genius mathematician. But he is cocky and has no respect for his talent .
The conversation takes place in a park just after the break of day. Its after the first meeting between the two characters (which didn't went well). Will is brought to Mr. Sean so as to make him understand his talent and respect it. But right at the first meeting, Will takes his cigarette out and smokes it in Sean's office and there he sees a small paining hung on the wall. The painting depicted a man roving a boat alone in the storm. Will then asks few questions to Mr. Sean about the paining. When he gets his answers he concludes that Mr. Sean feels alone in the world. Probably because he married a wrong woman. This makes Mr. Sean furious and he leaps forward and grabs Will by his neck and pushes him against the wall. Then He warns, "Don't you disrespect my wife".
When Mr. Sean breathes his anger out, he releases Will's neck and allows him to go. After that, they meet on the next day. Early in the morning, in a park. The conversation that they have in the park is written here.
Good Will Hunting ( Park Scene) :
Sean ( Robin Williams) : Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me… fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven’t thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?
Will( Matt Damon): No.
Sean: You’re just a kid, you don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talkin’ about.
Will: Why thank you.
Sean: It’s all right. You’ve never been out of Boston.
Will: Nope.
Sean: So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that.
If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy.
You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help.
I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer.
And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself.
And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart.
(Pause)
You’re an orphan right?
[Will nods]
Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally… I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say.
Your move, chief.
