We all have a story to tell. Our story. Our personal story which is the collection of our memories, our fantasies, the ups and downs, the awakenings, heartaches, tragedies, the achievements, failures and so forth.
Most people feel like their story isn't spectacular or worth telling. Then there are those who only ever want to talk about their story and never take the time to listen to the stories of others.
Too many people travel through their lives living through experiences but never looking deeper into them. Not seeing them with the eyes of a victim and asking "Why me?" but looking with the intention of how those experiences, good bad or indifferent, impact them, change them or force them to grow and become.
My story has turned me on my head so many times that I believe, as a means of survival, I have been forced to make sense of this beautiful tragedy since I was very young. Forced to look at it with eyes of wisdom and understanding. To take into consideration the story of the others involved and what would cause them to act/react the way that they did. To fully engage in a greater understanding of this play and to truly grasp that it has placed me exactly where I am today, and for damned good reason. I believe I met these experiences this way as to be able to make some strange sense of it, to make it seem not so horrible. Otherwise, I would have gone mad.
This blog is a telling of that story and also what I have learned from it, about myself and about the world. How this life has been a tremendous gift so that I can teach others how to become greater than the sum of their parts. To find beauty and purpose in each and every event. I stand here now, with an outstretched hand that says, come with me. Get out of the mud and let's go sit in the healing warmth of the sunshine while we share a tear and a smile.
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