What is love?
Is it making cookies for your new neighbor? Is it picking flowers with your girlfriend? Is it watching French films and drinking a glass of wine? Is it not killing the wasp in the room but opening the door so it can go back outside?
Does love have to be an action? Can love just be words? Can love just be a look, a smell, a taste, a touch?
Can we love without saying a word or performing an action or even being in the same room as someone? Can we love those we have never met but want to meet? Can we love those we will never meet because they do not even exist?
Can we love by leaving? Can we love by giving up? Can we love by making others sad or angry or suicidal?
I watched this strange and comical and witty and brilliant film called Cold Souls. It was about a man who felt as if he was stuck in a hole and couldn't get out, so he decided to have his soul removed. But instead of feeling better, he felt worse. So he decided to pick out a soul. He picked out a Russian poet's soul, and decided to put it inside of him for two weeks. But after he did this, he felt as if he was slipping away because he was not what made him him. So he went back to get his soul, but he discovered that it had been stolen. So he decided to hunt down his own soul, the thing he didn't even want in the first place.
Maybe this has nothing whatsoever to do with love. But then again maybe this is love.
What, really, does that word even mean? I mean, we use it so frequently for so many different things. We say, "I love your shoes!" and in the next breath say, "I fell out of love for my husband."
Well, did you fall out of love with your husband the same way you will look at those shoes in a year and think, "What was I thinking buying these ugly shoes?"
Or we tell someone we love them, only to break up with them three months later and move onto the next relationship. Then, in this new relationship, we tell them we love them. Is there a difference between the love we felt for the first relationship and the love we feel for the new relationship?
Love is just so complicated, I suppose. But I feel like it should be the easiest thing in the world.
In the film I mentioned, the main character tries at one point to put his soul back into his body. But there is resistance - his soul does not want to enter his body again. So he has to put on these special goggles and look at his soul and try to reconnect with it again so that it will want to go back in his body.
When he looks into his soul, he first just sees a white, empty room. "I knew it," he says, laughing sadly. "I knew it would be empty."
Then, he finds a trap door in the floor of his soul. He opens his trap door, and finds pure beauty - his mother pregnant with him, his wife when he first fell in love with her, his grandfather smiling at him.
At the end of the film, he is trying to locate the soul of the woman that helped him, a Mule (the Russian women who carry people's souls inside of them from Russia to America so that we can have their souls). He finds her soul, but the doctors say that the spot where the soul goes is too full of fragments of all the souls she has carried with her. She is filled with everyone else's soul, but she has no room for her own.
This made me so sad for this woman. She had a little piece of everyone with her, but it did not matter much because she hadn't anything of herself.
This must be what it's like to go through life giving of yourself and not really loving truly.
I feel like this should be ended with some kind of answer. But maybe the answer is just in asking the question. Maybe love is not even realizing that you are loving until you stop and ask. Maybe when you just make cookies for your new neighbor and think nothing of it, you are loving. Maybe picking flowers with your girlfriend because you know she enjoys it is loving. Maybe watching French films and drinking a glass of wine is loving because you are just enjoying life. And maybe not killing the wasp in the room but opening the door so it can go back outside is an action of loving.
Maybe. Or maybe I'm just complicating things.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Ultimate Reality
"I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there?... Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different."
- Memento
I'm taking this class this semester, Film Criticism.
It's an amazing class, partly because I get to watch and analyze films for homework and partly because I think that my professor is an absolutely brilliant woman and quickly becoming my hero. She writes children's books and teaches on the side.
Or maybe it's the other way around.
Anyways, she's stellar. And she lets us watch really stellar films.
One of the last films we watched was Dark City. And if you haven't seen it, sir you're missing out. It's kind of trippy, but in that swell sort of awesome way.
Anyways, I had to do this presentation on it, and I chose to compare it to several other similar films. I talked about Dark City and Memento (a really trippy film) and Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind (an even trippier film).
The question that all of these films deal with is do our memories make us who we are or is who we are make our memories.
The quote at the top is from Memento.
Basically, the gentleman (played excellently by Guy Pierce) cannot form new memories, and the last thing he remembers is his wife getting raped and murdered.
So the whole thing is him trying to find his wife's killer. Since he can't remember anything from five minutes ago, whenever he finds a clue about this killer, he tattoos himself with the clue.
Trippy, right?
Anyways, in the end he does something terrible, but is trying to convince himself that it's okay because he won't remember that he did it in like ten minutes.
And the whole idea is can he be held accountable in ten minutes when he doesn't even remember doing it?
After I did my presentation, my professor told me to watch this other film called The Thirteenth Floor.
I didn't think that a film could get trippier than Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, but I was wrong.
The Thirteenth Floor is an incredible film, but lord is it trippy. Kind of makes you feel like you're high or something.
The Thirteenth Floor kind of has the same idea as Memento.
In this film, these people create this entire other world in a live video game, then connect their brains to the brains of some of the people in this other world. What they don't realize is that this world they create doesn't realize it's just a created world, so it functions like a real world, with real people, doing real things and falling in love for real.
So it's like these people are walking around, doing their lives, thinking they've got this, then suddenly they get zonked and don't have any control over what the video controllers do and then don't remember doing anything.
So for example, one perfectly respectful gentleman who has been happily married for over 30 years gets zonked, and his "game controlling person" is a scoundrel who sleeps with all these women. Then when he's done, he unzonkes the respectful gentleman, and lets him live his life.
The problem is this gentleman's wife figures out he's having affairs because she smells the perfume on him. But he's really not, it's his "controller".
Watching all of these trippy films has really got me questioning reality a lot.
And the thing is, as hippie as that might sound, I think it's great. Here's why.
While I am from this world, I am not of this world. This will never be Home, because Home is with the Creator.
Maybe it's a weird and twisted analogy, but while I was watching The Thirteenth Floor, I kept thinking that I'm like the video game people - I live and breathe and love and fear and weep and smile, but there is something much more Real than the Reality I am doing all of these things in.
And it's perfectly fine for me to live and breathe and love and fear and weep and smile in reality, because after all, that's why the Creator made this reality.
But it's like, once I figure out that this reality is not the Ultimate Reality, I should live and breathe and love and fear and weep and smile knowing that one day, I'll get to leave the video game reality and go the Ultimate Reality with the Creator.
I got this tattoo a few weeks ago that says "It is no longer I who live but Christ who lives in me."
If I were to just go through life in this video game reality by myself, there really would be no point.
There's a point in The Thirteenth Floor where one of the characters realizes that his world is not really Reality.
He is staring out into the "world" and says that no matter what he does or whom he loves or whatever, nothing will really matter because he will die, and no one will remember him and his life will just be a video game character so who cares?
This is like what it is when we go through life on our own. It doesn't really matter.
But when we let the Creator take over and get in our heads and our hearts and direct us, it gives our lives here meaning.
Because there is no higher power than our Creator. And he knows how all of this works because he's the Creator. So he knows the best way for things to work.
So of course we want His input.
Just a thought.
I guess it's kind of like how people compare The Matrix to Christianity. Or The Lion King.
None of those really made sense to me.
But this does, somehow.
- Memento
I'm taking this class this semester, Film Criticism.
It's an amazing class, partly because I get to watch and analyze films for homework and partly because I think that my professor is an absolutely brilliant woman and quickly becoming my hero. She writes children's books and teaches on the side.
Or maybe it's the other way around.
Anyways, she's stellar. And she lets us watch really stellar films.
One of the last films we watched was Dark City. And if you haven't seen it, sir you're missing out. It's kind of trippy, but in that swell sort of awesome way.
Anyways, I had to do this presentation on it, and I chose to compare it to several other similar films. I talked about Dark City and Memento (a really trippy film) and Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind (an even trippier film).
The question that all of these films deal with is do our memories make us who we are or is who we are make our memories.
The quote at the top is from Memento.
Basically, the gentleman (played excellently by Guy Pierce) cannot form new memories, and the last thing he remembers is his wife getting raped and murdered.
So the whole thing is him trying to find his wife's killer. Since he can't remember anything from five minutes ago, whenever he finds a clue about this killer, he tattoos himself with the clue.
Trippy, right?
Anyways, in the end he does something terrible, but is trying to convince himself that it's okay because he won't remember that he did it in like ten minutes.
And the whole idea is can he be held accountable in ten minutes when he doesn't even remember doing it?
After I did my presentation, my professor told me to watch this other film called The Thirteenth Floor.
I didn't think that a film could get trippier than Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, but I was wrong.
The Thirteenth Floor is an incredible film, but lord is it trippy. Kind of makes you feel like you're high or something.
The Thirteenth Floor kind of has the same idea as Memento.
In this film, these people create this entire other world in a live video game, then connect their brains to the brains of some of the people in this other world. What they don't realize is that this world they create doesn't realize it's just a created world, so it functions like a real world, with real people, doing real things and falling in love for real.
So it's like these people are walking around, doing their lives, thinking they've got this, then suddenly they get zonked and don't have any control over what the video controllers do and then don't remember doing anything.
So for example, one perfectly respectful gentleman who has been happily married for over 30 years gets zonked, and his "game controlling person" is a scoundrel who sleeps with all these women. Then when he's done, he unzonkes the respectful gentleman, and lets him live his life.
The problem is this gentleman's wife figures out he's having affairs because she smells the perfume on him. But he's really not, it's his "controller".
Watching all of these trippy films has really got me questioning reality a lot.
And the thing is, as hippie as that might sound, I think it's great. Here's why.
While I am from this world, I am not of this world. This will never be Home, because Home is with the Creator.
Maybe it's a weird and twisted analogy, but while I was watching The Thirteenth Floor, I kept thinking that I'm like the video game people - I live and breathe and love and fear and weep and smile, but there is something much more Real than the Reality I am doing all of these things in.
And it's perfectly fine for me to live and breathe and love and fear and weep and smile in reality, because after all, that's why the Creator made this reality.
But it's like, once I figure out that this reality is not the Ultimate Reality, I should live and breathe and love and fear and weep and smile knowing that one day, I'll get to leave the video game reality and go the Ultimate Reality with the Creator.
I got this tattoo a few weeks ago that says "It is no longer I who live but Christ who lives in me."
If I were to just go through life in this video game reality by myself, there really would be no point.
There's a point in The Thirteenth Floor where one of the characters realizes that his world is not really Reality.
He is staring out into the "world" and says that no matter what he does or whom he loves or whatever, nothing will really matter because he will die, and no one will remember him and his life will just be a video game character so who cares?
This is like what it is when we go through life on our own. It doesn't really matter.
But when we let the Creator take over and get in our heads and our hearts and direct us, it gives our lives here meaning.
Because there is no higher power than our Creator. And he knows how all of this works because he's the Creator. So he knows the best way for things to work.
So of course we want His input.
Just a thought.
I guess it's kind of like how people compare The Matrix to Christianity. Or The Lion King.
None of those really made sense to me.
But this does, somehow.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Life Happens
"We're at the end of the universe and you're standing there blogging!"
- Doctor Who
I recently took this two-week break from social networks. I logged out of my Facebook, I didn't pay attention to Twitter (unless you count the text messages I would get from Anderson Cooper), I didn't post a blog, and I just generally tried only to check my e-mail and do editorial work, then get offline.
It was wonderful.
Let me explain why it was wonderful.
Being away from things like Facebook and Twitter made me realize that life doesn't happen on the internet. Life doesn't happen while you're half-heartedly Facebook chatting a friend you haven't actually seen in three months. Life doesn't happen while you're listening to someone to see if they say something funny you can Tweet about.
Life happens when you get out and actually live it.
I've been thinking about this concept of living life a lot lately. I know it sounds really weird and kind of morbid, but sometimes I think we forget to live our lives. We're like these zombies walking around, too busy staring at our social network applications on our phones to really pay attention to the people around us that are begging for our attention and love.
I was in my Benevolence lab a few days ago and we all got talking about this idea of Benevolence and social justice and how we need to join this fight.
As I was walking back to class, I had this thought of why are we so concerned about strikes and getting the Bad Guys and making them pay and fighting in wars? This isn't love. This is Religious Christianity at its worst.
And then I realized the simplest thing in the entire world, and yet it seemed to change everything for me.
I love Jesus. And Jesus loves the world. After all, He came to save it. So I should love the world.
It was like I made this diagram in my head. And everything seemed so simple and right.
If we were to focus on loving people the way Jesus loved them, then the other things would just fall into place. If we loved people the way Jesus loved them, then we wouldn't want to go to war and kill each other because we would love each other. If we loved people the way Jesus loved them, then we wouldn't have rapes or murders or drug deals gone sour or children being abused because we would all just be loving each other.
I know it sounds so simple and maybe a little silly, but I'm going to let this affect me like crazy. I'm not going to worry about spending five hours a day feeding the homeless because I have to get service hours in. I'm not going to worry about updating my Facebook status so that people will think I'm really cool. I'm not going to worry about handing out tracks to people as they walk by.
I'm just going to love people as I go about my life loving Jesus.
The rest I figure will fall into place.
- Doctor Who
I recently took this two-week break from social networks. I logged out of my Facebook, I didn't pay attention to Twitter (unless you count the text messages I would get from Anderson Cooper), I didn't post a blog, and I just generally tried only to check my e-mail and do editorial work, then get offline.
It was wonderful.
Let me explain why it was wonderful.
Being away from things like Facebook and Twitter made me realize that life doesn't happen on the internet. Life doesn't happen while you're half-heartedly Facebook chatting a friend you haven't actually seen in three months. Life doesn't happen while you're listening to someone to see if they say something funny you can Tweet about.
Life happens when you get out and actually live it.
I've been thinking about this concept of living life a lot lately. I know it sounds really weird and kind of morbid, but sometimes I think we forget to live our lives. We're like these zombies walking around, too busy staring at our social network applications on our phones to really pay attention to the people around us that are begging for our attention and love.
I was in my Benevolence lab a few days ago and we all got talking about this idea of Benevolence and social justice and how we need to join this fight.
As I was walking back to class, I had this thought of why are we so concerned about strikes and getting the Bad Guys and making them pay and fighting in wars? This isn't love. This is Religious Christianity at its worst.
And then I realized the simplest thing in the entire world, and yet it seemed to change everything for me.
I love Jesus. And Jesus loves the world. After all, He came to save it. So I should love the world.
It was like I made this diagram in my head. And everything seemed so simple and right.
If we were to focus on loving people the way Jesus loved them, then the other things would just fall into place. If we loved people the way Jesus loved them, then we wouldn't want to go to war and kill each other because we would love each other. If we loved people the way Jesus loved them, then we wouldn't have rapes or murders or drug deals gone sour or children being abused because we would all just be loving each other.
I know it sounds so simple and maybe a little silly, but I'm going to let this affect me like crazy. I'm not going to worry about spending five hours a day feeding the homeless because I have to get service hours in. I'm not going to worry about updating my Facebook status so that people will think I'm really cool. I'm not going to worry about handing out tracks to people as they walk by.
I'm just going to love people as I go about my life loving Jesus.
The rest I figure will fall into place.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Communication In Society Speech - 27.02.11.
"As Moses descended from Mount Sinai... he did not realize that the skin of his face shone as a result of his speaking with the Lord. When Aaron and all the Israelites saw Moses, the skin of his face shone and they were afraid to come near him...whenever Moses went before the Lord to speak with Him, he would remove the veil until he came out. After he came out, he would tell the Israelites what he had been commanded, and the Israelites would see that Moses' face was radiant. Then Moses would put the veil over his face again until he went to speak with the Lord." - Exerts from Exodus 34:29-35
This is one of my favourite passages in the entire Bible because of this connotation that Moses' face was radiant after spending time with God. God's love and goodness and grace was so overpowering that it shown in Moses' face and it says that the Israelites were frightened.
They were frightened because God was revealed in Moses' face.
Does God shine through in our faces when we spend time with Him? As I come into society after a precious encounter with God, whether that be through a worship service in a church or a sweet time spent with God alone, can others see on my face that something is different?
Shouldn't our interactions with Jesus change and alter us so that others can see it?
When we come into our great God's presence with fear and trembling, we should come with an expectation that Jesus will rock our world and alter us, so much so that others will stop and stare, wondering what has made us shine.
All too often we come into our Father's presence and think, "Let's just get this over with," and miss the precious time to just be in our Creator's presence. We miss Him and we leave no different than we went in.
Earlier in Exodus, Moses meets God through a burning bush and God tells Moses to remove his shoes.
"When the Lord saw that he [Moses] had gone over to look, God called out to him from the bush, 'Moses!' 'Here I am', he answered. 'Do not come closer. Take your sandals off of your feet, for the place where you are standing is holy ground'... Moses hid his face because he was afraid to look at God." - Exerts from Exodus 3:4-6
Maybe one reason we have lost this shine on our faces is because we have lost this respect for being in our God's presence.
There's a song by Nichole Nordeman called "Tremble". In the chorus, she sings, "Let me not forget to tremble / Face down / on the ground / Do I dare to take the liberty to stare at You?"
This attitude of reverence and awe of God is what we should have when we interact with the Lord and creator of all things.
When I enter into His presence and worship Him with awe and trembling, I feel His mercy, grace, and love being poured out on me as He washes over me.
And when I leave this place of awe, I leave knowing that I had a holy and wonderous interaction with the One Who created me.
And this makes my face shine as a reflection of my Jesus.
This is one of my favourite passages in the entire Bible because of this connotation that Moses' face was radiant after spending time with God. God's love and goodness and grace was so overpowering that it shown in Moses' face and it says that the Israelites were frightened.
They were frightened because God was revealed in Moses' face.
Does God shine through in our faces when we spend time with Him? As I come into society after a precious encounter with God, whether that be through a worship service in a church or a sweet time spent with God alone, can others see on my face that something is different?
Shouldn't our interactions with Jesus change and alter us so that others can see it?
When we come into our great God's presence with fear and trembling, we should come with an expectation that Jesus will rock our world and alter us, so much so that others will stop and stare, wondering what has made us shine.
All too often we come into our Father's presence and think, "Let's just get this over with," and miss the precious time to just be in our Creator's presence. We miss Him and we leave no different than we went in.
Earlier in Exodus, Moses meets God through a burning bush and God tells Moses to remove his shoes.
"When the Lord saw that he [Moses] had gone over to look, God called out to him from the bush, 'Moses!' 'Here I am', he answered. 'Do not come closer. Take your sandals off of your feet, for the place where you are standing is holy ground'... Moses hid his face because he was afraid to look at God." - Exerts from Exodus 3:4-6
Maybe one reason we have lost this shine on our faces is because we have lost this respect for being in our God's presence.
There's a song by Nichole Nordeman called "Tremble". In the chorus, she sings, "Let me not forget to tremble / Face down / on the ground / Do I dare to take the liberty to stare at You?"
This attitude of reverence and awe of God is what we should have when we interact with the Lord and creator of all things.
When I enter into His presence and worship Him with awe and trembling, I feel His mercy, grace, and love being poured out on me as He washes over me.
And when I leave this place of awe, I leave knowing that I had a holy and wonderous interaction with the One Who created me.
And this makes my face shine as a reflection of my Jesus.
Communication In Society Speech - 23.01.11.
"Our desire is for Your Name and renown." - Isaiah 26:8b
So often, especially in today's society, we worry about our own names and our own renown. We focus on ourselves.
"Am I looking popular?" "Am I getting the recognition that I deserve?" "What can I do in life that will make me look good?" "How can I get people to focus on me?"
But it's not about us. It's never been about us.
It's all about Jesus, because we would be as filthy rags without Jesus.
When God looks at us, He chooses not to see our filth and our sin, but instead sees Jesus inside of us.
Wouldn't we want the world to see us like this?
If we really want the world to see the best that we are, then we should want them to see Jesus, because Jesus is the best thing we have.
I am the first to admit that I like to be noticed for me and my accomplishments. But the thing that I need to remember is that when I do something and receive recognition and renown for my name, I need to give credit where credit's due. I would be nothing and would not have the strength to do anything without Jesus, and this is what I need to remember when I am praised.
"Lord, You will establish peace for us, for you have also done all our work for us. Lord our God, other lords than You have ruled over us, but we remember Your Name alone." - Isaiah 26:12-13
So often, especially in today's society, we worry about our own names and our own renown. We focus on ourselves.
"Am I looking popular?" "Am I getting the recognition that I deserve?" "What can I do in life that will make me look good?" "How can I get people to focus on me?"
But it's not about us. It's never been about us.
It's all about Jesus, because we would be as filthy rags without Jesus.
When God looks at us, He chooses not to see our filth and our sin, but instead sees Jesus inside of us.
Wouldn't we want the world to see us like this?
If we really want the world to see the best that we are, then we should want them to see Jesus, because Jesus is the best thing we have.
I am the first to admit that I like to be noticed for me and my accomplishments. But the thing that I need to remember is that when I do something and receive recognition and renown for my name, I need to give credit where credit's due. I would be nothing and would not have the strength to do anything without Jesus, and this is what I need to remember when I am praised.
"Lord, You will establish peace for us, for you have also done all our work for us. Lord our God, other lords than You have ruled over us, but we remember Your Name alone." - Isaiah 26:12-13
No Narcissism Intended
I have wanted to have a blog for several years now, but I kept pushing it to the side, firstly because I didn't want to seem narcissistic or because I figured no one would care to read my ramblings in blog form, so why have one?
While I still don't have an answer for this, I am hoping to break through the narcissistic aspect of blogging and somehow find a way to make this not so much about me but about whoever happens to stumble upon my ramblings, if anyone.
I will try my hardest never to write unnecessarily about myself. For all intended purposes, I plan on writing about books that I think the world's population needs to read and music that will grace the ears of the world and thoughts from people so much smarter than me that I want to share.
I would like to think of this blog as more of a vessel for me to share the brilliance of others that I have happened to come in contact with.
With that said, go listen to this song.
Now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArFdPjyzNzQ
While I still don't have an answer for this, I am hoping to break through the narcissistic aspect of blogging and somehow find a way to make this not so much about me but about whoever happens to stumble upon my ramblings, if anyone.
I will try my hardest never to write unnecessarily about myself. For all intended purposes, I plan on writing about books that I think the world's population needs to read and music that will grace the ears of the world and thoughts from people so much smarter than me that I want to share.
I would like to think of this blog as more of a vessel for me to share the brilliance of others that I have happened to come in contact with.
With that said, go listen to this song.
Now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArFdPjyzNzQ
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Explanation Of Title
So I spent quite a bit of time trying to decide on a name for my writings. I decided to look through some of my favourite books to look at what I had underlined, and I came to a part in John Green's section of Will Grayson, Will Grayson where he says this:
" 'I have an idea,' I say. I can feel her looking at me, and I cinch the hood of my coat. My ears feel cold like burning.
And she says, 'What's the idea?'
'The idea is that for ten minutes, we forget that we have feelings. And we forget about protecting ourselves or other people and we just say the truth. For ten minutes. And then we can go back to being lame.'
'I like the idea,' she says."
I wrote this conversation one time between a boy and a woman. They were talking about war and why there are wars. Their conversation ended with this:
" 'I like the way you talk to me,' Jim said seriously to Beatrice. 'You're not like most people around here - you tell me things that are true. You tell everyone things that are true.'
Beatrice smiled. 'People need to know the truth, Jim. I don't care how much it hurts them, people still need to be told the truth.'"
This idea of truth is very important to me. I want to thrive on the truth. It is one of the reasons I want to be a journalist - to be able to tell people the truth, even if it ugly or unpleasant for them to hear or just hard to hear.
But we are human, and we can only take the truth in small dosages some times. We can take ten minutes and soak up the painful truth, and then we can have a few hours of lameness in order to gather ourselves together and prepare for another ten minutes of truth.
So that's what this will be. I will take ten minutes at a time and do these writings about the truths that I want to share.
Thus ends this ten minutes.
" 'I have an idea,' I say. I can feel her looking at me, and I cinch the hood of my coat. My ears feel cold like burning.
And she says, 'What's the idea?'
'The idea is that for ten minutes, we forget that we have feelings. And we forget about protecting ourselves or other people and we just say the truth. For ten minutes. And then we can go back to being lame.'
'I like the idea,' she says."
I wrote this conversation one time between a boy and a woman. They were talking about war and why there are wars. Their conversation ended with this:
" 'I like the way you talk to me,' Jim said seriously to Beatrice. 'You're not like most people around here - you tell me things that are true. You tell everyone things that are true.'
Beatrice smiled. 'People need to know the truth, Jim. I don't care how much it hurts them, people still need to be told the truth.'"
This idea of truth is very important to me. I want to thrive on the truth. It is one of the reasons I want to be a journalist - to be able to tell people the truth, even if it ugly or unpleasant for them to hear or just hard to hear.
But we are human, and we can only take the truth in small dosages some times. We can take ten minutes and soak up the painful truth, and then we can have a few hours of lameness in order to gather ourselves together and prepare for another ten minutes of truth.
So that's what this will be. I will take ten minutes at a time and do these writings about the truths that I want to share.
Thus ends this ten minutes.
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