When you read a Jane Austen book, you’ll discover that adolescent girls were frequently requested to play the piano and sing along as part of family gatherings. Even those who did n’t have particular musical talent, such as Elizabeth Bennet, were encouraged to share what they could. Friends and acquaintances enjoyed playing for one another regardless of whether one did n’t have a voice like Celine Dion or a smashing record.  ,
Also, in The Lord of the Rings trilogy, Frodo and the Fellowship passed their traveling day by telling tales, poems, and mysteries of their own design. Untrained by tracks of professional players or studio-recorded ebooks, they relied on each other for academic stimulation and enjoyment.
These legends reveal society’s unwavering ability to create artwork and inspire. Has the press harmed our capacity to do so?
Now, friends are more likely to gather for movie nights than to share stories around a fire. They may share Spotify songs, but seldom their voices. Because people have never been more eager to be remarkable. We are surrounded by professionally produced entertainment, invoking the question,” If you ca n’t be good enough to be professional, why do it at all”?
Striving for superiority is a virtue, but not all of us can get Michelangelo. Yet the level of skill is n’t to be famous, but to take meaning and pleasure to ourselves and our neighborhood.
Lack of Little Areas
In 12 Rules for Life, Jordan Peterson explains,” It was easier for people to become good at anything when more of us lived in small, rural areas. Someone might be the reunion wife. Someone else could remain spelling-bee winner, math whiz or baseball star. Only one or two concepts and a few teachers were present. In each of their regions, these native soldiers had the opportunity to appreciate the serotonin-fueled assurance of the victor”.
It’s no mystery that little, tight-knit areas are uncovering in today’s world. Kids are more likely than companions to perform Little League. Children are more likely to enjoy YouTube than to perform on stage like the March sisters in Little Women thanks to phones. Entertainment that was once provided by close friends and family members is today largely monopolized by businesses and popular online celebrities.
Our community has gone from little, close, and local to vast. People are more likely to concentrate on federal politics than local elections in this regard. Consider all the issues that could be resolved if people spent as much time in local elections as they did following the regional field. One person’s effects on a small local neighborhood is enormous, but the impact one person can have on the entire country is minuscule.
Our country needs healing primarily because our societies need cure. No matter how little, if we revive customs like evenings spent together admiring one another’s musical achievements, we could help to strengthen communities and bring about healing in this nation. However, in order to do this, we must put ourselves under unusual force.
No Need to be a Pain
The house I grew up in was whole of musicians. None of us are TikTok feelings, but everyone in my home enjoys sharing some form of song and story. My sister and I were in high school when she wrote and directed a music together. It has few views on YouTube, but our home and her friends enjoyed watching it greatly.
My brother’s harp work, complete with quips and tricks, is unlikely to ever be played at Carnegie Hall, but it does bring joy to all who are lucky enough to listen. And while I’d like to get my comedic books published, I’m happy many of my friends find them amusing and intelligent, even if they might not see a bestseller’s list.  ,
I’ve heard female tell me they wish they could perform onstage in front of as many enthusiastic Taylor Swift fans as they can. Actually, it’s an intriguing dream and the wish for excellence and recognition is very individual. But so is our capacity to deliver a performance for both close-knit and neighbors. And this is part of humanity that our fame-obsessed, media-infused culture is apt to abuse.
Meg Marie Johnson graduated with her mentor in English from Brigham Young University. She writes young mature social satire and alterations of masterpieces. You may follow her on X at @MegMarie24601.
