Everyone, and I mean, everyone..has a story. How the story played out is always different, yet the same. The characters, the plots, the settings, it’s all based on the same thing–Life.
When I look at life, as I sit here, drinking my coffee, staring out my window…I think about how much mine has changed over the years, and while some sad melody plays in the background, I wonder if that music really fits me. Despite everything, I am happy, and I would never change a damn thing.
Besides, taking the pencil and erasing the past is almost impossible when you’ve written in pen, and really, all you can do is write out the future and hope you don’t regret it as it becomes the past too.
In the past, I had cried, secretly, openly…all in a distant memory. Now, I stand, and I am strong, in more ways then one, and sometimes, when I dwell on the past much too long, I become weak again, and my chest hurts. I don’t know whether to cry or laugh at all the irony that has appeared in my life.
Taking another sip of my coffee, I realize life is not only a story, but a saga collection. Everyone has their own side, and somehow, in some kind of way, it’s all related. None of us would realize it, because some of us don’t think we know that many people.
But, it’s a chain reaction, really. You know one person, who knows another, and so on and so forth, and pretty soon, the whole world is connected and you would think someone would actually stop and say something about it.
A bird flies into my view, and I can’t help but give a bitter smile, because..When I think about it, you think because people are connected that maybe, just maybe they wouldn’t be so cruel to one another. But, that’s always apart of a story too, the conflict..the struggle..the rare acts of kindness, or maybe the extreme cruelties no one saw coming.
All in all, though..I assume that whether someone is miserable, or happy. Whether they have an inspiring story, or one that would make you want to die yourself, even though you never have been through what they have..Whether you care or not, you would still have to appreciate life somehow, because everyone has that one moment, that moment where everything will be okay. It may be small, but it’s something to hold onto.
Because, everyone has a story….Everyone.
Because Every Story Has It
