Life is story telling
How are you? Long time, isn’t it? I am fine, living and breathing as we head towards the end of the school holidays. As I mentioned that reading was one of my resolutions for 2016 and I am trying to get my hands on the books and smell those pages. I love the smell of new books.
So far I have managed to read through ‘The Book Thief’, ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’, ‘The Ship’, ‘The Miniaturist’, The Fault in Our stars’, ‘Shantaram’. I tested a few of them through the local library and I know which ones to buy. I haven’t finished reading them all.
I am loving ‘Shantaram’ by Gregory David Roberts. It grabs your attention right from the first paragraph. I can’t help but share this beautiful line from the book. “I realised, somehow, through the screaming in my mind, that even in that shackled, bloody helplessness, I was still free: free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them.”
This post is not about how many books I have read, no definitely not. It’s about my triumph of forming a habit which I didn’t form in my childhood or growing up years. It’s about writing my story, a different one, whenever I felt like.
I have read the odd books here and there but not with a passion, not with that pure pleasure of getting emerged in the plot, not with that feeling of identifying and associating with the characters.
I have always loved beautiful lines, their deep meaning, their layers and layers of shades. But for the first time, I have realised that a story is already there, somewhere deep within you, waiting to be told. A soul with distorted words is wondering in search of meaning and a plot. Someday!
So what is your story? Where do you start? Where do you want to go? Is there something that is yet to be unravelled? May be you have not yet explored that part of you that wants to tell a different story.
But your ‘mind’ being so logical is telling you to stop. Sometimes your ideas and plans are so carefully packed in your mind that they are afraid of coming out. Sometimes, it’s the case of plenty. You have too many ideas and they fight with each other and end up killing each other.
The beauty of story telling is that you can begin whenever and however you want to. I feel, most of life is story telling. You begin with two possibilities. Either you continue and reach where you want to go. Or you stop mid way. You stop because you don’t like it, you stop because you are lazy or afraid of carrying on. You continue because it’s an inherent thing, you have to continue, even if there is no pleasure involved. Or you continue because you love it. I hope it’s making some sense. As I said before, distorted and random words wondering in search of meaning:-)
If you want to create something completely different from what you are now, you can begin. Career or life goals, relationships or friendships, how you want to conduct or how you want to be treated, you can start from the beginning. One life, free life. Quoting from Shantaram ‘Every minute is a short story with a happy ending’. Keep writing and rewriting.