and i was thinking of some cooler name
with words that make a life seem like a story
then it just hit me, life was never about making it perfect
it never meant to have a beginning, a good plot, an ending or even a synopsis at the back
how can we define when our “story” begins. you would say the moment we start breathing. but is that really a beginning. that’s the beginning of our physical life, but is it of our mental life when we start to see the world through our own eyes, your own eyes.
some people define this as the day they realized they had an extraordinary gift, some define as the day they met someone, some people define it as a day they realized sth.
my life story did not start with once upon a time nor with in a faraway kingdom. it started with ellipsis
a life story has no perfect plot. there are bound to be unncessary chapters and one way ends, bound to be typos and bound to be moments when the readers says HOLY ****. no way. some people try so hard to live inside their circle, trying to be safe. but i say jump out of it. and write those stupid unnecessary chapters, and make typos, make grammar mistakes, because it wasn’t meant to be a story
where does it end?
people like to say “his spirit lives on” others say he dies the moment he stops breathing
who is to define the ending. you can’t cuz you can’t really the story with the end.
finally, the synopsis.
a synopsis is basically what is important in the book right? the most exciting parts that changes the course of the story. but again, who defines it. can we? can we objectively choose all the things that most impacted our lives. we would love the choose the happiest moments, but are they true? don’t painful moments change our lives as well.
yes life is a “story” but one with beginning, end, unnecessary pages, typos, grammer mistakes, no synopsis but one that is unique.