Really? Do we really love monsters?
Growing up on a farm, our family was overly large [numbers, not mass], my parents were blue collar workers and there wasn’t a lot of money for things like going to the movies or taking the kids to Disney Land. So the entertainment in our home on a Friday night was homemade fudge, popcorn , and movies such as The Monster From The Black Lagoon, Dracula and The Mummy. For the remainder of the week it was Tolkien, C.S. Lewis and Edgar Rice Burroughs.
The one made me scared to go to bed, the other beckoned me to become the hero that slew them all.
From literature to film, from history to modern day viral feeds we are bombarded with the opinions and belief systems of others. Many of us grew up being influenced by folklore, mythology, religion and philosophy as the interpreters of cultural events both past, present and future. And more recently we’ve added; You Tube, reality TV, news casters and biased journalism – all of whom report on the world through the lens and paradigm of whatever corporate monolith is footing the bill.
It’s interesting to look back on our lives and trace our actions to our thoughts, our thoughts to what we’ve been taught and what we’ve been taught to the cultural media we took it from. How many of us believe what we believe, not because we came to these conclusions through our own personal journey of seeking, knocking and finding, but through vicariously absorbing what we’ve seen, read or heard from other‘s?
When someone told us that the wall was white, did we just nod our heads in all the right places and accept that it must be so, or did we say, “Hey! Wait a minute. I’ve got a pocket knife here, so let’s take a moment to scrap some of this paint off and see if the wall really is white.”
I’ve discovered over the years, that the real monster’s are not the ones hiding under my bed, or the big screen or internet browser of my lap top. It ‘s not the loud mouth reality star or biased new caster, the political leaders or even the disturbing legislation of whatever current leadership is trying to rob us of our rights under the guise of trying to keep the citizens of our wonderful nation safe.
No the real monster is the one in my own head that tells me not to ask whether the things I believe are true, or question why I even believe them in the first place. It’s all those little voices denying the need to be willing to have my mind changed – screaming that even admitting such a thing is too frightening to consider.
Real monsters live within ourselves and they need to be slain every day of our lives, because let’s face it, the true hero’s in the story of our lives are the ones who aren’t afraid to look a monster in the eye and yell ‘Boo’!
From the laptop of an uncensored dreamer,