Questions. So many questions. I’m watching the ending of a show that began seven years ago. It does not seem like it is going to end well. (And, allow me to define my terms – by ‘end well’, I mean all tied up neatly. With a bow. And rainbows. Possibly even unicorns. Or, at the very least, logic.)
Ending a show on a note of “Huh?” doesn’t do a thing for me. Lost is a perfect example. It ended with loose ends sticking all sorts of out. It. Was. Awful. Many of us viewers put in countless hours dissecting the Dharma Initiative and whether they were living in an alternate universe and making predictions about whether Jack and Kate would ever finally be happy together?
But that ending!
No questions were answered. Lots of new ones were raised.
Here, exactly, is where post-modernity and I part ways. I like a Conclusion Ending. My post-modernist friends tend to like the Possibilities Ending.
And, I’ve started to wonder how all of this translates into how stories are told.
More importantly, I’ve started to consider how they are received.
Storytelling is an art. And, as with all art, how one perceives it is so incredibly subjective. I might think the podcast “Serial” is the best thing since sliced bread. (I don’t, mind you. I tried. It didn’t speak to me of unicorns and rainbows. Not. One. Bit.) You may be a Walking Dead fanatic. (I tried that one too. Nightmares on my street. Still. After just 20 minutes of the first episode. Again, no unicorns. No rainbows. And the bows used weren’t the kind I’m interested in!) I’m more of a Good Wife watcher.
I’m noticing that many of those who tell stories, now, are less interested in imparting a social lesson, because whose ultimate authority? They don’t often end with a moral lesson, because, whose morality? And they seem to integrate fewer timeless truths for fear of offending those for whom The Truth is not true.
You might be wondering what stories, then, are left to tell?
Plenty! There are plenty of stories that are still universally needed. We humans need stories that bind us together and remind us of how we were created to need each other, rely on each other, and encourage each other. We need stories about family, faith, friendship, and love.
Those stories cross all boundaries and build strong bridges.
I choose to be that kind of storyteller.
To that end, I’m setting my sights on telling stories that encourage love, that share faith, that celebrate family, and that facilitate friendship, in 2015. That is my New Year’s resolution.
And, I resolve to tie this one up at the end of the year with a big fat bow. Oh, yes indeedy!
Any resolutions for you, in this new year? Share! I’ll send you a unicorn if you meet it by year’s end. (In the interest of full disclosure, that unicorn may, indeed, be drawn by Sweetgirl. But, in that case, you may get a rainbow out of the deal, too. Win-win!)