I’m writing them for two reasons: to help put my experience in perspective and to purge myself of any residual compost. I’ll understand if you don’t read them, but keep in mind, you may never get a better chance to see the inner workings of another person–not this raw, or candid.
If you like, you are invited to join me this week, or next month, and write your own personal essay. Post the link in comments and I’ll be sure to drop by.
Let it begin:
I’d like to believe all of us know the difference between right and wrong. I’m a pretty good judge of my behavior and I think I tow the line. Decent people do decent acts, and I’m always in excited when I catch them, because these wonderful, thoughtful, kind people really do exist in the strangest places. What scares me is when I see something that I think is so wrong being accepted by someone else as being the right thing to do. I’m tired of being entertained by visionaries without a moral compass;too many stories spend too much time getting us to identify with the hero and then the hero does something very, very wrong and because we understand why–it’s okay, but it’s not OK.
Since I was young, it was pounded into me, and I don’t mean literally, the difference between right and wrong. I heard it at church, from my parents, and at school. If I stepped out of line I knew it. I never lied to myself, and when I look back I can see that part of it was growing up, understanding consequences, and discovering I wasn’t all good or all bad–just a bit of both. Yin and yang lives on in all of us, even today.
My internet persona is based on the fact I can pretty much imagine anything, so you might think I’m friggin nuts after reading the this paragraph–but I’m not imagining this. I know there are decent people in the world. They work hard and try to make a life for themselves, and with the way things are it’s very tough. Am I over reacting when I watch amoral events and wonder how that is influencing us as a whole? Is it too much to ask that heroes stay valiant and strong, because I need heroes in books, movies, etc. and mostly, I need heroes in my day-to-day life.
Some stories are just sad; not sad as in not done well, but sad because they swap good and evil like a toggle switch. I don’t care what color your hat is, if killing is wrong then it is wrong for all of us. I recently watched a movie where the protag was struggling to save another’s life (very moving and profoundly enriching), she does succeed after great personal sacrifice and then (for twists sake) turns around and kills the an unarmed, totally vulnerable antag in cold blood. The producer of this work, must figure the audience would be won over by all the protag’s previous good works, but I was repulsed. Isn’t it bad enough that some of the things we write about could/might happen; now we have to toxify them.
I’m tired of entertainment without a moral compass. Not because I don’t see through it–I do. But I ask myself if anyone else thinks these things through, or are they all too busy trying to survive in our trying times? Today I pose a question–are you thinking about how you are influenced by the world around you? In desperate times like this it’s easy to feel weakened, but decency is still here and so is goodness; there may be less true heroes on the big screen, but they do exist and I suspect you’re one of them. 🙂