One of my passions in life is to listen to people’s stories. To know people through their stories. To see people through their experiences. To try and understand the meaning behind the expressions.
Everyone has a story inside them. With some, the story leaks out slowly, while with others, it pours out, causing a flood of emotions. Some stories bring sweet memories, and some bring bitter tears. Funny, sad, mesmerizing, sweet. Stories of what is right, as well as some difficult lessons from regrets. Anyone that has lived for any amount of time on this spinning orb, has that story. Their story. The story that only he/she can tell.
The stories become real and personal. The words wind their way through time and memory, etching meaning into the mundane as well as the miraculous.
This week I am going to begin to tell a story. My story.
I hope you will join me.