* I have decided to publish some journal entries from my past. I have been writing a journal since hmmmmm well since I could write. I hope you enjoy, this seemed like a good starter*
Life is a story to be told. Although some may think their story unworthy, this could not be true. We look to the fictitious books we read and blockbuster movies on the screen, the only difference between the characters and ourselves is that someone relayed their stories in a way we could relate to. We love them because they ring clear in our own minds.
Though the tragedy, triumph and characters may have been emphasised, are we not all the same in the end? We all love so much it makes us cry, we all go through tragedies that make us numb, we all miss someone or somewhere, all have felt triumph over the odds.
Meanwhile where is this all heading apart from the simple fact I love to write. To write about life and it’s little joys. Like the joys of telling stories. Stories give us a great connection to one another because they let us step into someone else’s shoes, let us understand a completely different view, let us realise we are not alone.
Until next time.