8/15
More than anything, I love stories. I was constantly reading as a child, living in that imaginary world in books that is so much more fascinating than real life. As I grew older, I continued to read, though less and less as the years went on. I think that reading stories improves the imagination and helps keep us happy and, dare I say, sane. Reading stories, and living stories go hand in hand for me in importance. I think that my unhappiness generally stems from the lack of stories in my life, the lack of excitement, intrigue, and stimulating plot lines.
As I mentioned, I am very much the type who believes everything in my life should be a story. For example, almost anytime I go somewhere, whether it is a new place or somewhere I have been 1,000 times, I make up a story. A lot of times, it is a love story (the stereotypical girl in me). If I see a guy, I will concoct an absurd story in my mind, where he asks for my number or tells me I'm beautiful or walks up to me and kisses me, and from there we become entangled in a web of beautiful courtship, of traveling, a gorgeous wedding, and a life together that never ends. These ideas pop into my head, and I start to think that they are real, but then I realize that I was daydreaming, and the barista is asking for my drink order.
With these happy stories often comes sadness, when I realize that my life isn't as interesting as I dream it up to be, and that these little plots are so rare in real life. Now that I have typed this all out, however, I realize that I need to LIVE my life so that these stories will create themselves. I need to step away from the computer, and put away the cell phone.
By living, I will become the author of the most fantastically written, beautifully-developed story. I suppose I have yet to even hit the climax of this plot of life.
Life is an anthology of stories. Trying to make sense of them all? My newest and greatest challenge.
More than anything, I love stories. I was constantly reading as a child, living in that imaginary world in books that is so much more fascinating than real life. As I grew older, I continued to read, though less and less as the years went on. I think that reading stories improves the imagination and helps keep us happy and, dare I say, sane. Reading stories, and living stories go hand in hand for me in importance. I think that my unhappiness generally stems from the lack of stories in my life, the lack of excitement, intrigue, and stimulating plot lines.
As I mentioned, I am very much the type who believes everything in my life should be a story. For example, almost anytime I go somewhere, whether it is a new place or somewhere I have been 1,000 times, I make up a story. A lot of times, it is a love story (the stereotypical girl in me). If I see a guy, I will concoct an absurd story in my mind, where he asks for my number or tells me I'm beautiful or walks up to me and kisses me, and from there we become entangled in a web of beautiful courtship, of traveling, a gorgeous wedding, and a life together that never ends. These ideas pop into my head, and I start to think that they are real, but then I realize that I was daydreaming, and the barista is asking for my drink order.
With these happy stories often comes sadness, when I realize that my life isn't as interesting as I dream it up to be, and that these little plots are so rare in real life. Now that I have typed this all out, however, I realize that I need to LIVE my life so that these stories will create themselves. I need to step away from the computer, and put away the cell phone.
By living, I will become the author of the most fantastically written, beautifully-developed story. I suppose I have yet to even hit the climax of this plot of life.
Life is an anthology of stories. Trying to make sense of them all? My newest and greatest challenge.
