"This, too, is true: Stories can save us."
— Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried
Stories are all that matter—not what we think or feel, but what we do. That's something that's really gotten into my heart lately, and it's working its way into every part of my life. So expect more stories around here, and less opinion.
I've been moving that direction anyway, and I think yesterday did me in. I think it was taking in everyone's reactions to the whole Amendment One ordeal. I don't mind disagreement. It was the sheer volume of people who disagreed so disrespectfully on something that there is no clear black or white answer for. It just beat me down. So many people—not all, but a lot—care much less about hearing someone else's side of things than they do about voicing their own.
Getting mixed up in that sort of stuff is something I'd rather stay away from now. I'll always talk to people about their beliefs, because that's something that's intensely fascinating to me, something I'm deeply passionate about. But I don't care anymore whether they agree with me. I'd rather just love. I'd rather focus on discovering and telling good stories, because there's nothing more fun and fulfilling than a good story well told, whether it's a movie about a bunch of superheroes coming together to save the world from monstrous aliens, or a quiet little film about a college boy figuring out what he believes in life, or a cartoon about a daddy clownfish crossing oceans and battling sharks to find and save his boy.
Stories take us somewhere else, somewhere away from the yelling and the fighting. Even in the same room. Ever been reading something and totally zone out? Ain't it grand?
I'd rather focus on creating that than just being part the noise.