The Stories We Tell
There's the saying, "A life worth writing about is a life worth living". Some of us live stories of triumph or survival, of hope or faith, while others live romantic dramas or tragic comedies. And then there are those of us who live vicariously through these stories. Whether these stories are real or fiction, whether they belong to us or not, we live in a world of stories. Every moment passed is a story made. Every moment following is a story waiting to be created. Without stories, life would be empty and meaningless. Stories make living interesting.
All of us were born into stories that have been running for years and even lifetimes. Some of these stories existed since the beginning of human kind. They’ve evolved, expanded and continue to unfold. These are the reoccurring themes that run through the course of all human experience. Love and hate, courage and fear, hope and despair are all themes that we move through as the stories of our lives unravel its way back to full circle—back to the beginning for us to start the human journey all over again.
There isn’t much we can do about the circumstances we were born into, but we can begin to change the course of our plot, and shift the trajectory of our lives, at any moment, if and only when we are aware that life is happening for us and not to us. We can write in new characters, or kill them off. We can choose to be the hero or the villain, the protagonist or antagonist, of our stories. We get to choose the setting, the lighting and the props to tell our stories. We may find that our stories overlap with another’s. We write them into our stories, and ours is forever written in theirs. The beauty of it all is that we can share our stories any way we want by choosing the context in which we live our lives.
I am a story-teller. As a story-teller, my life has played out, both consciously and sub-consciously, in a way that has me sitting on the edge of my seat wondering what’s going to happen next in this romantic mystery. For me, the risk of rejection, getting hurt or my heart broken is worth letting a story unfold. We often cut stories short of any kind of happily ever after because we think that happily ever after will never come. And that’s because we’ve bought into other people’s version of happily ever after, but in reality happily ever after is a choice. Growing up, I thought that happily ever after involved a prince and his white horse, but I returned this idea and chose to live organically. For awhile happily ever after has been going to bed every night knowing that my parents are healthy, my sisters are happy and that I have another opportunity tomorrow to push play again.