Quo Vadis, Nacho Libre?

It's Pride week, and while I always enjoy the festivities this time of year, I must confess that my heart belongs to another deadly sin: sloth.

I tried organizing a Sloth Week parade last year, but I couldn't get anybody to show up. Everybody was too busy over at the Envy Week parade. I really hate those Envy guys.

Pride, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Greed, Gluttony and Lust. With as much bad press as these human emotions have gotten, it's easy to forget that they reflect a fundamental wholesome sympathy. This is what Nacho Libre reminds us of.

Nacho is but a humble fryer, but dreams (Pridefully) of having more, of being recognized and known. He yearns to be a luchador a great and Wrathful fighter

He Lusts after Sister Encarnacion, who does not approve of his luchadorable ambition.

Though he loses in the ring, he is paid well and uses some of the money to buy better ingredients for the children and brothers (indulging their Gluttony) and the rest to satisfy his Greed for expensive clothing.

But Nacho is anything but Slothful in his pursuit of glory, recognition and an improved diet for his beloved orphans. His passion is single-minded. He reminds us all of why we it is important to dream.

Food is not just nutrition, sex is not just reproduction, the mind cannot be occupied by prayer alone, the yearning of the spirit must be fulfilled.

But...

It is not just for ourselves that we fight in lucha libre. It is for the children, so that they will eat today, dream tonight and live tomorrow in the sunlight of self-fulfillment.

We are all Nacho Libre, no one of us more than any other.

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