Last night, I went to a Buddhist Temple. It wasn’t my first time going to one, but the trip reminded me about connectedness. One thing that I have come across again and again in my college career and now is how everything is connected, how we humans are made from elements that were flung across the universe in supernovas. We have pieces of stars inside of us. Maybe that is romanticizing it a little bit, but I don’t care.
We are all important, and so are our stories, regardless of if they are fiction or not. Stories are what keep us going. I had a professor in college who always said that we are the stories we tell ourselves. I think it is an intensely human drive to tell stories, whether orally or through the written word. In so many places it crops up that we are stories.
In the novel “We” by Yevgeny Zamyatin one of the characters says “A person is a novel: you don’t know how it will end until the very last page.” A person is a novel, because we have our own stories, we tell our own stories and, as the Eleventh Doctor (from Doctor Who) says, “We’re all stories in the end.”
Someday we won’t be here. Maybe that isn’t the most inspiring thing I could write, but someday people will only remember the stories we left them with. So tell your stories! Don’t be afraid to share them. Share the things that exist only in your mind, share the things that have made you who you are.
Share your stories and be kind to yourself.
Take care, fellow travelers.