July 6, 2004
The happy ending. Hollywood and society always makes it that the Hero saves the day, or the guy always gets the girl at the end, or the meaning to life is finally found. Yes, in the view of normal people, this is what sells. This is where the viewers cheer and leave the theater with this pleasant after glow and warm fuzzies...
But then there are the time where you just have to scratch your head and wonder what the hell just happened. He dies. He doesn't get the girl. The world is over... Why is there such excitable irony to it all that we do accept this when it happens... and we actually enjoy it. Is the way of life structured so that the tragic is relatable. The pain we feel when the unexpected happens leaves such a large of an impression that we actually understand it. That greater good, for however tragic is greater... then the death of our beloved hero is immortalized... the one we shall love and remember forever... because the Hero is supposed to risk it all, set aside all personal desires. The ultimate sacrifice in return for nothing more than a personal smile. The hero is supposed to the save the world without anyone every knowing or even hearing of their name. Same say Passion...
Some love the death of our hero. This hero that has nothing. Who wins, Batman or Leo in Titanic? This is why Kate will always remembers, although she was happily married and had a full family. She never told stories about the life she lived, she told stories about the brief instant that the world stood still. The hero remained as most do, the unknown savior of worlds... And we watched, and cried, and smiled... Tragic...
So then I ask characters of characters, who would you rather be, the singer or the writer. If you can whisper a word of true meaning to the world. And change that world. The words carry on to echo out larger than its creation... but you, your voice, never hear, never to be heard.... Would you still whisper to the wind or just silently turn away...