The Stories We Tell

We all have stories, whether we chose to believe this or not. We all tell tales, because we all discuss our lives. Some of us just tell our tales differently than others. We have Stories.

Most folks see stories as grander ideas, tales of old or other compelling tales. Who says your life is not compelling? Who says what you’ve learned, experienced, survived, is not compelling? That all of this is not some tale that can teach others who are walking either a similar path or from a different side or at least give a basic understanding to an experience they may never have?

Why must stories be othered in such a fashion? Why do we believe we are unworthy of stories? Why do you reduce yourself to less than? To not be worthy to have your tale told? What are you worried about? What are you hiding? What are you ashamed of?

Maybe, you need to approach life differently then, if you feel you would be ashamed for others to know your stories? Maybe you need to hold yourself to a higher standard, not for others, but for yourself to be able to tell your stories and hold your head high while doing it.

Sometimes we do things to survive, we may not be proud of later, but damn it, you survived whatever reduced you to that state and why not be proud of it? You are here to tell the tale, your tale, your side, your argument, your point of view, whatever it is, you are here.

Maybe, you need to weave a tale or story, to lift yourself out of where you are, so you can be in a place one day to be proud of yourself enough to tell your tales. Start today, where you are, with what you have, because the journey starts here, not in some mystical land, some mystical weight, some mystical clothing size, or skin color, or whatnot, it is here where you are, right now, as you are, write it. Write it now, write it in secret, to yourself, for yourself, we are only as good as the stories we tell ourselves. Make yours the best story you can, for you, because you deserve it.

-namaste