The truth, or at least what I perceive as the truth, makes me happy, even if it is something that wouldn’t typically bring one joy. I am talking about ideas and art, and not some kind of realization of some painful physical truth. I am not insane, or not completely! Meanwhile, things that seem false, unless they are an exaggeration to get at the truth, or an absurdity for comic effect, fill me with displeasure. Euphamisms, sentimentality, and platitudes are things I have no time for. Sure, there are always exceptions to every rule, but in general this is how I feel.
So I could watch something like Apocalypse Now, which for all of its artistic liberties, feels like it is trying to say something truthful about the Vietnam War, and feel completely alive afterwards and full of inspiration. Meanwhile I could watch a feel good movie, albeit one that is meant to manipulate you into crying, like Mr. Holland’s Opus, and die a thousand small deaths.
That doesn’t mean if something is happy and full of joy it can’t also be true. David Lynch’s The Straight Story is one movie I absolutely love that is filled with love and compassion.
Although a great deal about the modern world troubles me, and I feel that humankind has the odds stacked against us, I am full of hope that the world can be better. I wouldn’t be writing this blog if I didn’t think so. If I was a pessimist I would simply write nothing at all.