Hi! Thanks for stopping by. I don’t have a mapped out layout of what all I am going to write about and the topics will be varied. This is going to be my like my private journal turned into my not-so-private-journal. I love writing and will probably write about a wide range of things.
I love the idea of sharing your thoughts and stories with complete strangers, it is very comforting to know that you are putting yourself out there but can remain anonymous at the same time.
I am not a very outgoing person and writing is rather like my only creative outlet. I am going to maintain this virtual journal of mine for the foreseeable future since this is me putting myself out there. Social media has never really interested me and I left Facebook after like 2 months of signing up and coming here is something I had on my list of things that I needed do! Yep! Now I can cross that off my List.
Continue reading And so it begins!!
Stories and narratives are strange things. In a way we are all raconteurs. Our brains are wired to think in narratives and create a story out of our often (but not always!) mundane lives. We are the heroes and the authors, the creators and the destroyers, the interesting ones and the boring ones, we are the central and constant characters.
We have little or no control over the things that happen around us, so in our minds we project ourselves in a completely different manner, one in which we overcome every challenge life throws our way or if we don’t overcome it, we give it a hard fight. But are we really the people we think we are?
Author James Frey published a bestselling autobiography, “A Million Little Pieces” which detailed his struggle in overcoming addiction but three years after his autobiography was published he told Oprah in an interview that several details in the book were fabricated. The later editions of the book contained a note from Frey which read: “My mistake, and it is one I deeply regret, is writing about the person I created in my mind to help me cope, and not the person who went through the experience.”
What Fey did in his autobiography is what we all do in our daily lives. We might be making new app, writing a blog, giving a speech in the UN or just washing the dishes at home, our mind will make a story out of it.
Our lives are complex and our narratives our extremely powerful. Our stories are intertwined with other people in such a manner that we can never get to the end of it. We are constantly looking around us to find things that make our lives more interesting and diverse than others. In this day and age it has become necessary for us to stand out rather than fit in. In the end we are all just stories that will ultimately perish. We find this hard to wrap our heads around that one day our lives and the work we did in our lives will no longer be relevant. We could be a president, an educator, a gardener, a serial killer but one day we will turn into stories and gradually our stories be forgotten and that will be our ultimate end. Some will be forgotten earlier than others. We are always desperately trying to increase our impact on the lives of others in a vain attempt to make our stories last longer
But isn’t that the beauty of this world? That one day we will ultimately be forgotten! All our actions, decisions, burdens, mistakes, failures and achievements will ultimately mean nothing. I think that it gives us the realization that nothing really lasts forever and the realization gives us faith in ourselves and the belief that we can achieve anything we put our hearts and minds to.