When Emotions Run High
I was talking with my wife the other day about movies. We had both read an article on the relevant magazine website that talked about emotional pornography (Check it out here). Which basically details the excessively expressive emotion we view in the every day media. When someone is upset, they’re fiercely upset. When someone is in love, they’re madly in love. And you can tell by the way they act in each 3-minute scene on every prime-time television show.
In a world where reality imitates what we see on the screen, this can be very dangerous. And that’s what Meg and I were talking about. We realized how often we expect most moments to be filled with movie-like emotions. The truth is, that’s not a realistic way to live.
Life can be beautiful. God can lead us down paths filled with adventure, but that doesn’t mean that every moment needs to be lived on the emotional ledge. That’s insanity.
Realistic reality is slower. It develops in seasons both slow and fast. One evening may be a thrill, but the next may be slow and awkward. It’s the awkward moments that I find myself referencing the movies. Why can’t my life be more like that? I ask myself.
The truth is I can’t and I shouldn’t. Movies are fake and sensationalized. They are representations of the extremes of life.
I enjoy the extremes of life, but I ought to find contentment in the awkward and slow. I’d like to live with an attitude of thankfulness for all things - both the exhilarating and the quiet.
In a world where reality imitates what we see on the screen, this can be very dangerous. And that’s what Meg and I were talking about. We realized how often we expect most moments to be filled with movie-like emotions. The truth is, that’s not a realistic way to live.
Life can be beautiful. God can lead us down paths filled with adventure, but that doesn’t mean that every moment needs to be lived on the emotional ledge. That’s insanity.
Realistic reality is slower. It develops in seasons both slow and fast. One evening may be a thrill, but the next may be slow and awkward. It’s the awkward moments that I find myself referencing the movies. Why can’t my life be more like that? I ask myself.
The truth is I can’t and I shouldn’t. Movies are fake and sensationalized. They are representations of the extremes of life.
I enjoy the extremes of life, but I ought to find contentment in the awkward and slow. I’d like to live with an attitude of thankfulness for all things - both the exhilarating and the quiet.
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