Darryl made a machine that created world peace. But, Jill wasn’t impressed so he dismantled it and rebuilt the garage door with the spare parts.
I just made that up. I don’t even know what Darryl looks like and I’m not sure what his relationship with Jill is, other than it’s not where Darryl wants it to be. I don’t know how old they are.
But this whole writing thing, the creation of stories with characters, calls attention to the concept of motivation. Darryl created a wonderful and much needed device. The unstated reason he created the machine was to impress Jill. Jill didn’t appreciate the effort or the end result. Darryl became discouraged and wasted the opportunity.
Motivation and discouragement… hmmm. Is it safe to say our motivations can become, how shall I put this delicately, twisted? And are we a bit too quick with the criticisms? Yes, and yes. Do we even stop to consider that sometimes we’re peeing on someone’s shoes and don’t even realize it? Darryl wants Jill and Jill wants… well, I don’t know yet. But whatever it is, it’s small, especially when compared to world peace.
Problem is, the ends do not always justify the means. That’s pragmatism; git-r-done and self-instant gratification all rolled into one. What will Darryl try next? Maybe, he thinks, she wants a great and terrible war machine. Is he overlooking the fact that Jill doesn’t like his teeth and the way he always smells like bacon and how she will never be attracted to him? See, that’s called delusion and he’s wasting his talents and life on lesser desires.
I suppose, as a writer, I could contrive something – that invention Darryl is missing. But then, that would make Jill a very shallow woman. That would mean she wants the thing Darryl creates more than Darryl. And if you have to have some thing before someone is interested, that’s materialism at its finest.
The heart wants what the heart wants, and all that. We see that with both Darryl and Jill. They are shallow people.
The General wanted some sex. The autobiographer wanted some classified information. The President wanted to cover up his malfeasance about things so sinister that if I knew them I would have night terrors. Meanwhile, the world goes without peace.
I did not make that up.