The sun sets on another day…
Sunset sprung out with amazing color, and as I watched I could only be in awe of what I saw. The sky was lit with fire, but somewhere in the midst of it all, I was at peace.
We are a series of stories. Actually, we are a series of stories as they are lived and applied to all of our circumstance. Maybe, just maybe, we are also a series of stories that are carried in our DNA. We also may be a series of stories we hear and interpret.
Each story gives more abilities to build the next and so forth until we can solve, well, the stories of our lives. How we interpret those stories and how we respond each time is directly influenced by how we have responded or how we have heard people responded or how we just know. These same stories affect how our moods are and how we interact with the world. Each story allows us to process the emotions that we have felt before or wanted to feel before and build a much better approach or improved approach to each situation.
But wait, that’s not all, the stories that we hold in our heart become the positive memories that make us. Of course they can also become the negatives, but let’s stick to the positives.
The stories I have lived are apparently a lot of fun and I have had numerous people tell me I seem to have a story for everything. Perhaps that’s why I am patient with all of my interactions and don’t go crazy when I face new things. I feel I have a story to go with almost every story and I’m always willing to have at least one more.
How many stories do you use? Do you see how I think this way? Do you understand how it feels to be part of a story after another story after another story?
So as the sun sets on another day, I think I’ll write a story. I hope I can carry you along with me and we can have a little fun along the way. Mostly I hope you know that I think your stories are great and hope that you keep writing them and living them, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and it’s story time…