So I recently saw Inside Llewyn Davis. It’s the story of a talented folk singer living in New York City in the early 1960s, trying to make it as a musician. And the whole time, you’re cheering for him, hoping he’ll get his lucky break, but instead, you just see him being pummeled and beat down by life, so that the movie is rather depressing, full of yearnings and disappointments. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, maybe it's the haunting music, but I really like this film.
Because disappointments and failures tell us that there’s something more than this world we can see and touch. There’s a deeper reality that can only be accessed through a kind of death to this life. So that uninterrupted success is hallow and unsatisfying. This is deep mystery of the gospel--that defeat is not soul-crushing, but the door to another world, a better world.