Why is it that we, as humans, get so caught up in stories? And now, thanks to Netflix, the ability to binge watch. One could speculate the likely end of cultured society.
Why should we feel bad for filling ourselves on fantasy of story? For focusing on the story that touches places we hurt, or makes us laugh, or soothes our deepest fears?
The West Wing is arguably the farthest thing from the current administration of Donald Trump. As I watch, I imagine myself in a world where your work matters and decisions are based on expert and educated consultation. Where there is a team of people with genuine love for people and country. Presidents are Nobel Prize winners, and conversation requires brain gymnastics and a dictionary. A sought after retreat from real world CNN or FOX News.
The people on this show really have no life or family outside of the White House and politics. They have sacrificed and given blood for where they are. Is that really where I would want to be?
Do I really wish I were in such a place? Even though we ache for significance and meaning, at the end of my life, and in evaluation of my first 4 decades, I really must say….
I’ll just take the binge watching. Cheers!
“At the end of your life…You will never regret not having passed one more test, not winning one more verdict, or not closing one more deal. You will regret time not spent with a husband, a friend, a child, or a parent.”