Don’t we all live in our own stories?
The story of me, the story of you
As it plays out, everyday, day after day,
So unique, our stories
Each one weaving a tale that is only one’s own…
The people we meet, the friendships we make
The experiences, good and bad
Those times we spend in laughter, and those we spend in tears
The books we read, the movies we see,
everything we share, and the many things we don’t…
You can write an autobiography, but you cannot live it
and what you live through, cannot fit into any book
You want to share it, this story
Yet every minute of it will be lost someday…
For who can live like you do
ever before, ever again…
Our stories die with us, yes they do
A blurb remains with the ones who love us
until they pass on too…
Don’t we all live in our own stories?
Oh yes we do. Yes we do…
The story doesn’t survive beyond us
It doesn’t outlive me and you
So why bother making stories for others to savour
why not instead write your own little book
coz you are the author, and the audience of one
and so you can write it the way you want
and live it well too…
Don’t we all live in our own stories?
Don’t we?