WHAT WILL BE YOUR STORIES?
The older we get, the less time we have got.
What the fuck am I trying to imply in this article precisely? Well, we have a little limited time to utilize on this habitable planet we function in as we grow older on a daily basis.
Why? Because of changing and/or upgradation of responsibilities and a little bit more commitments that require much of our efforts and time. Period.
It is crucial to continuously remind ourselves of this bitter and intuitive essential truth at any fucking given moment as it pushes and encourages us (even if we don’t feel like it) to do the shit we ‘need’ to do.
“The most interesting and greatest stories come from outside of familiarity.” ~Luyanda Mbatha.
Let us whisper for a second to avoid being heard by that fat dowdy woman in the neighborhood who tends to stop and talk endlessly to any person she sees passing along the street (regardless of their age and gender, or maybe race if possible).
Sit down and take a deep fresh breath to unclutter your brain for only just a few minutes so that you can be able to soothingly continue with whatever the fuck you were up to.
So tell me (don’t be scared), what are your stories?
Are you creating beghasting and interesting stories or frightening and dry-as-dust stories?
What kind of stories will share with your kids and/or grandkids?
Will it be stories of the shit you were ashamed or proud of?
Fellas, let us be honest with ourselves and take a look for a little bit at our current and past experiences (say, stories). Almost all of the things you’ll share with your kids, grandkids, spouse, and friends will be the things you did or didn’t do. Rarely will be the shit you said nor didn’t at all.
We are visual creatures, we all know that. And this is also backed up by scientific pieces of evidence as well. So, what we’ve heard and/or said is simply a fragment of human experiences compared to what we’ve done. Likewise, what we’ve spoken about in the past (where we bullshited quite a lot) is no more/less indelible than what and how we reacted to.
Jane Hope wrote a blog post in 2015 about Why Humans Love Story. She said that when someone begins telling a story, the Broca’s and Wernicke’s areas, which are responsible for language processing, begin to be stimulated by placing the context of the story.
The story is converted into something more unforgettable and inspirational. She concluded by stating that people love stories because they are the substructure of consciousness. They influence the brain and take over the heart. Our retaliation to stories is profound because they share details in a fundamental and impulsive manner.
Stories (whether they are good or bad ones) don’t just magically come from out of nowhere for no fucking reason at all. You create them by acting and/or reacting to a situation that may be present in front of you, it may be in or out of your control. But that’s fine, you’re not perfect. You are just a human being.
But all those stories mean something that may or may not be beyond your own understanding and how it affected you as an emotional creature (whether in a positive or negative manner). We don’t fucking know, it all depends on your interpretation, not ours, as an animal that can rationalize.
“All that happens means something; nothing you do is ever insignificant.” ~Aldous Huxley.
You can’t say that a certain shit you did or didn’t do was solely meaningless, ever! That’s a joke, I really like jokes but not this one. It meant something, something that is way beyond your fucking understanding and/or entirely human understanding including politicians and journalists as well.
As I am writing down this uplifting and sagacious article, I am generating a story for myself and the world. And you, too, as well are generating yours by dedicating your time to reading it.
Living with regrets is detrimental and unpleasant (and invariably alerting as well). So, we try not to end up parting with it and finding ourselves helplessly slumping into the dark crevasses of regret with little/no hope of ever changing those encountered unendurable states.
Therefore, this makes us do what feels and seems to be ‘positive’ to us by following all these goofy activities and routines like greeting every person we meet, putting on fragrances, holding a little longer eye contact with people, not laughing too often, hitting the gym 5 days a week, eating healthy, or buying a luxury car with 4 exhaust pipes.
We do some of these things (or maybe all) so that we can generate good, if not great, stories of our lives and avoid generating the ones that will make us feel bad about ourselves.
To conclude, I guess we are all conscious that our fucking lives eventually will become stories, no matter what. Even if you are a saint or zookeeper. Your life will be a story. Whatever the fuck you did, didn’t do, said, didn’t say, or almost did, some storytellers, documentary “filmmakers”, biographers, or history writers will soon be working on your story life.
“No tremendous and out-of-ordinary (mostly bad) experiences. No interesting and astounding stories.” ~Luyanda Mbatha.
