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...
