Everyone's Story

What’s Your Story

Everyone has a story to tell. Will everyone tell their story? No, they will not. They should but most won’t.

Some will be stories filled with dark excitement and intrigue. When you listen to the storyteller you will think they’ve had the most exciting life. Maybe your story doesn’t compare. That’s ok it is all in the story. That's what matters. Holding your audience captive with whatever message you choose to leave. All of us who have lived on this planet has a story behind their living. It isn’t just an existence; it is their life. Filled with mystery, boredom, and triumphs. 

It's My Own

My own story isn’t what you would call page turning. It isn’t until recently when I’ve started putting down on paper my ideas, my stories, my life, I’ve come to realize we are all storytellers in our own magnificent way. 

I haven’t risen to stardom or traveled into space. My story is very much on a smaller scale. It’s a story of life’s hardships we’ve overcome. Coming into your own. Feeling good in your own skin. Acceptance, and self-awareness. It took me a long time. It was an enduring journey with setbacks and struggles, and laughter and love. Now at the age of 64 I can say I’m good. I’m good with being who I am. I don’t need anyone else’s validation. I love myself. I’m free to love others. Not judge them. I don't think I’m better than they are. We are one and the same. 

A Lesson Learned

It is too bad this lesson isn’t learned sooner in life. For some, maybe it is. For those of us raised within a dysfunctional family it is a little harder. It takes a little longer. The struggle is real, and the road is filled with mishaps, trial and error, and opportunities. You just need to look for them and believe in yourself. 

We Are Different

No one's story will be the same. How can it be? No two people are the same. We all live within our own skin. Therefore, our stories will not be the same. Some of us fall ill. That hardship has to be overcome. Many are afflicted with a disease or are born without sight or hearing. Maybe one has lost a limb. Some are in wheelchairs, learning to adjust. What would their story be? A story filled with tears, frustration and fury. Overcoming insurmountable obstacles, facing their worst fears. We each take our own path. Where it leads us no one knows. Until we are waist deep in our own story. A story filled with so much turbulence, anger, darkness, and retaliation we cannot breathe. Who gave us this story? Why God, why does he test me like he does? Should I be worried? Should I be scared? Should I be the one who gives up everything? My dreams, my inspirations, my glory. My story is my story. I own it. It isn’t anyone else’s to tell. It’s mine, I'll tell it if I want to. Or I’ll let it fall by the wayside. Wanting no one to know my journey, the times I’ve fallen flat on my face. Picked myself up and kept going. Weathered the hard times, as well as the good times. 

My story isn’t done yet. Maybe I’ll tell it on my deathbed. Maybe I won’t. 

Sometimes I wish dogs could talk. I'd ask Ernie about his story. He looks like he wants to tell me.

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What’s your story?

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