Telling Your Story
Sometimes I sit down ready to write, but I don't know what to say.
Life is a story book. I say this a lot. My sister gave me an engraved pen one year, and on the box she had them write, "Life is nothing but a story book existence, just a chapter of the completed whole."
I people watch. There's times where I'm astounded by the graceful power of the saga their living. I wonder if they can see it to. What story are they living? Is it a grand adventure of loss and victory or a black and white love reel? Are they a hero who had it all and lost it, or one who never had anything to loose? For that matter, what character am I? Who am I in my neighbor's story? The villain? The wiedro? The girl next door?
What story am I writing?
We're all writing our story. A story that's changing every second of every day. There's a part of us who takes all the choices we make and all the people we encounter, and constructs an ending, a next step, another lesson to be learned.
When I finish a book, I spend some time contemplating in grief. For the loss of that world yes, but also with the questions and doubts rotting inside me.
What am I doing with my life? Why can't I have an exciting adventure like this? Where's the magic, the love, the passion?
The thing is, stories are told stretched out over time. The characters (you, me, that stranger sitting next to you on the bus,) don't see how important those little moments are. They don't see the lily in the rose-bed.
Every day your story's unfolding right in front of you, and it's growing and changing just like you are. Only you don't notice it at the time. All you see is where you are, and where you want to be instead of enjoying the stunning woven web open on your lap.
In a future closer then any of us are comfortable with, there will come a time when you reach the last page of that book, sighing with the awe of completing another truly gratifying tale, and before you embark on the next masterpieces, you'll be able to look back and answer those questions. Who was your character? What was your story?
A lot's been happening, but I haven't posted for some time. Mainly because most of what's happened has been lived, and relished. Some experiences are only meant to be shared with those you love, and felt deep in your heart.
Heart, love, all those icky-sappy words that mean so much but are so hard to say. I've come so far to be able to, not only write those corny words, but speak them too. Earlier today, My wonderful friend Rebecca showed me I can be beautiful in a photograph by giving me a mini photo shoot. I don't think I've ever looked closer to myself then in these stunning pictures. Thank you.
They mark an important chapter of my story. (My book has tons of pictures) I still don't quite know what tale is being spun, but at least now more then ever, I have an idea of what character I'm becoming.
Who's your character? What's your story?