“The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth.” Anne, L.M. Montgomery, 'Anne of the Island'
"Consider, first, the mere quantity. The quality may be wretched; but we never had souls (of a sort) in more abundance." Screwtape, C.S. Lewis, 'Screwtape Proposes a Toast'
Whoever thought Frodo Baggins, Anne Shirley, and Screwtape could ever have anything in common? A hobbit, a spunky redhead, and a fictional demon! But they all agree that the Western world is suffering from a crisis of character. Even a hundred years ago it was a noticeably downward trend, perhaps even before that, but I wonder what they would think of our tempestuous modern world, could they see it now? Modernism was the threat then, but we have sunk even past post-modernism. No longer is it 'who you are (as an individual)' but rather 'what you have (including fame)' that is important. Being an anonymous saint is far worse (culturally speaking) than being wicked and famous. Our individuality is expressed in our 'likes' and 'dislikes' on social media, the causes, food, clothes, celebrities, and activities we reject or embrace. We are a list of loves and hates, vehemently defending to the verbal death those things we love or opposing that which we abhor; hating any that do not agree with us. No wonder I prefer the company of relatively ancient fictional characters to the insipid ranting and infighting of this uncivil age.
I've been rereading some old favorites lately: Anne of Green Gables, Little Women, Jane Eyre, various Jane Austen books, Lord of the Rings, Narnia. Every single one is most of all a study in character, especially "Lord of the Rings." It is a journey of character building, from small minded and frivolous Hobbits to individuals suited to be leaders in their homeland and ride amongst the great of their own or any age. And we each have that chance, every day, every moment with every thought, word, and action, we ingrain in ourselves more and more character either for good or for ill. Will we grow and become great, though the world knows not our name, or will we 'fall into darkness, with all that is left of our kin?' That is our choice and we don't need a 'Ring of Power' to do it. We all want to be individuals, we all want the freedom to choose, and this is the greatest freedom of all: the choice of molding ourselves into some likeness, be it good or evil, strong or flabby. We won't become unique following the clueless herd; we won't grow without conscious effort and yes, some discomfort and pain. But do we want to be a flavorless nonentity like everybody else, devoid of personality and character, just another shade of beige merely defined by our likes, dislikes, opinions, and preferences? Consider life the 'gym' of character, will you sit back and watch others work out or will you jump in and get a little sweaty yourself?
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