It would take pages and more pages in the best “flow of thought” style to expose everything I felt watching the first season of the series “Ted Lasso”, available on Apple TV. But while the exercise doesn’t sound all bad to me, I’ll spare the reader that. I will just say that Ted Lasso, the protagonist who gives the series its title, is Prince Michkin adapted to our time – and I hope to hook him with this literary bait.
In a world that is experiencing an epidemic of cynicism and a pandemic of perversity, “Ted Lasso” is an unlikely comedy filled with bruised characters and Barbecue Uncle jokes. It’s a little miracle, if you will. Without sarcasm and starring a good man who is simple (but not simple-minded) and naive (but not an idiot, in the Forrestgumpian sense of the term), the series was like a supernatural whisper reminding me that it’s still possible to live up to a Christian ethic which, that is to say, is not explicitly mentioned at any time. And do you need to?
Then you come to me and ask: be a good man even in the cynical and perverse society in which we live? Same. To be a good man even surrounded by people addicted to the crooked passion that politics arouses? Same. To be a good man despite all the pressures of achieving success, whatever that is? Same. To be a good man even in the midst of this cult of cleverness that surrounds us? Same. To be a good man even with all eyes on us, waiting for the unforgivable stumble? Really.
I don’t know about you, but I needed this reminder. After all, buried by news and the need to react quickly to endless scandals, pressured to achieve results and achieve goals, and desirous of recognition and admiration, we will entrench ourselves in a useless and exhausting attempt to escape all suffering. And, in this routine of protecting ourselves, we sometimes forget to listen to the aspiring good men who, if you pay attention, are out there, saying good things about good things all the time, for those who want to listen, learn and above all imitate them. .
When I talk about being a good man, you see, I’m not talking about being a perfect man. It is from this misconception, in fact, that the justification for many people who opt for the pragmatic path (with a touch of nihilism) of cleverness is born. Unable to reach perfection, there are those who are content with the less perfect version of themselves , marked by mistakes that, one after another, make up what is conventionally called a “bad man”. All the better if these mistakes are covered by a generous layer of success – which would justify the option for evil. But therein lies the crux of the matter: only the man is good who recognizes himself as imperfect, flawed, sinful, and who sees in the other imperfections, flaws and sins common to everyone. And, therefore, subject to forgiveness.
Nor do I refer to the man who beats his chest to say: I am good. Because among us, common men, that is, non-saints, it is more accurate to speak of
being a good man than of
be a good man. Furthermore, those who do not recognize the daily effort of the undertaking are probably still far from the objective. The good man doubts himself and it is from this doubt that he reaffirms his intention to be good. Even if, here and there, he fails miserably.
In one thing, however, the cynics are right: those who make this eccentric choice suffer. Anyone who chooses to be a good man is humiliated. He is constantly cursed as a hypocrite by those who do not accept less than perfection, as presumptuous by those who judge the ambition of others, an idiot by those who think he is a rogue, and even a coward. After all, how do you dare not participate in the Great War of the Smart that marks our time? Who do you think you are to whisper instead of shouting, to suggest instead of command, to clothe instead of condemning, to make laugh instead of go around pulling your hair out?
And yet “Ted Lasso” helps us remember that would-be good men are out there. Maybe one of them is by your side right now. Perhaps he is, you see, reading this text in front of the mirror! Perhaps another is, despite the daily insults and the difficulty of expressing all the admiration for a simple comedy series, ending another chronicle, in the unfounded hope (it’s really faith!) of being read by other people who, despite the many setbacks , also strive every day to be good.