Recently I read a blog post written by a former student from our school in Barcelona. She writes about her life and recent MS diagnosis at the age of 18.
In the post, she mentions that her father “thinks (her) writing is too sentimental”.
At first, I didn’t even recognize the “too” in that sentence… it took my brain a moment to make sense of sentimentality as a bad thing.
Upon reflection, though, I’ve been hearing this a lot lately… this criticism of sentimentality.
Me? I’m all for it… and here’s why:
1. There is enough darkness and cynicism in the world. More than enough.
2. Life is shorter than we realize and people are entitled to express their feelings about life and death and everything in between. Making sense of ones life is a worthwhile and noble pursuit.
3. In an era of vapid reality television, it takes a brave person to tell their story with all their heart.
As a self-confessed cheerful optimist, I’d like to invite the sentimentality-critics to ask themselves why sentimentality makes them so uncomfortable.
Also, I’d like to say, Rock on, sister!