Every life is a story... I was thinking about this once in a cafe watching the people go by outside. I was thinking about perspective, about how these people were just statistics in my life story, and how I was one in theirs. In my friend's life, I have a supporting part, and she in my. And yet there are things we can't ever know about each other, things we can never talk about, not because we don't want to, but because they are seemingly unimportant to any other but ourselves.
The deep story of our lives, are about our transformation and experiences we have. The emotions and feelings we have, our dreams and visions for our lives. The thoughts we think, what we want to be in life, and what we aren't. Every single aspect of our life, both the inner and the outer.
As a writer, I must seek to find other lives to write about. Some fictional human being going through different situations in life. In some way, I have got to get to know every aspects of a life, the dark side and the light side we want the rest of the world to see. It is a learning process about the mind of humankind. It seems like an overwhelming task right now, but it is a journey I do not want to miss. Not for the life of me, and the journey has just begun revealing itself to me...
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That therapist I went to see told me something so simple and yet it's stuck. She gave me the idea that each life of ours is a story and we have the choice as to how we make this story. (In a way that is true, but then I was thinking, the way we choose our life is also brought about by those around us, so how far is it our choice? Except in that we have the choice with how to work with what we've been given.)
Anyways, this makes me think of what you've written. It's true that there are things people will never share and in a way this is fascinating as well as terrible. I feel like there is a part of me that can never truly communicate no matter how hard I try, a mystery that can never be explained to anyone nor understood. It's what keeps you from never feeling completely with someone, or at least not me. I think the point of our lives, our stories, is that we have a choice as to how we present that aspect of ourselves that's easier to see. We shape it along the way, but there is a tiny part that can never be communicated, never expressed. And I think that truth is what writers and artists and philophers and everyone else seek. . . that truth that connects us, but also divides us completely from each other.
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