“Capturing life as it is”
There are many things about that phrase that bothers me. For one, the word “capturing” and the phrase “life as it is” should never co-exist side-by-side; they work against each other. “Life as it is” cannot be captured. Once you capture life through film or other literary works, it becomes a construction, perverted by subjectivity and specific perspectives. There is no such thing as portraying objective truth; the best that one can do is strategically gather information and select from that group of information what to believe and what to discount. Moreover, the truth is a man made construction reproduced through a system of gathering and filtering. We believe what we want to. That is not to say, however, that the truth does not exist. The “truth” is an entity that exists independently in reality, but it is in the nature of humans to pervert and complicate it. My writing, your writing; they’re all but works of fiction inspired by life (as it is). The “truth” in the context of literature, henceforth, is a matter of honesty to the self- the relationship between the writer and his pen, his keyboard” and even so, the truth, here, remains limited, and to a large degree, subjective. So, to try and draw the lines between absolute, objective truth and fiction is to entertain in a hopeless task, for such border does not exist. If you’re looking for matter-of-fact through literature, search with a grain of salt. When indulging in texts that proudly claim to be “based on a true story” or, in other words, aims to capture reality, it is only healthy, and I would argue, very necessary to ask yourself “why” and “through what lens?”
Je ne pleure pas.
As much as I did love my job, I’m slowly falling out of love with it. I’m a companion for the elderly, and over a span of just five months, I’ve seen the health of many of my clients deteriorate. This job was supposed to be a stepping stone to my next, but I always put off those plans because I got attached to majority of my clients. Now, with full intention, I do plan to leave but it’ll be bittersweet, and I know I’ll go back to visit and to keep in touch. I just can’t let go.