What are you looking at? What do you see?

How do you tell your story?

Where do you begin? Do you own it? The story , the life …. Is the story worth telling?

If at all all you do is compare yourself, wish to be someone else other than yourself,

How will you have a story to tell?

If someone asked to have an interview with you, for you to tell your life story…. Will you say you were always outside, looking in?

Didn’t dare take action and become yourself and instead was caught up in the mordern distractions of it all?

Young yes, despair always creeping in? Absolutely.

But did it consume you? Did you let it? We’re you brave enough to know who you are?

What you are?

I never said the story is going to be good

All I asked is, will it be raw, true, mind boggling and horrifying?

Will it keep me up at night because of that one thing you said? That one description of life that is disturbing to the mind because

It’s so close to reality that my mind finds it lethal?

I’ll tell you a story

Or, the beginnings of one

I wanted to be like others. Their lives seemed ….easier.

To sit with discomfort when I could escape in my favorite form of escapism of the week seemed like burning myself

Why look at my life, see as it is and be in that discomfort out of will?

But something happened.

I picked up a book, read the first chapter and realized that, I do want to have a story to tell someday

A story of my life and that will require me to be brave

Being courageous enough to live is a sentence that seems … common.

Normal

But if you really reflect on it, the words reveal themselves slowly

Their depths, their intensity. Their intentionality.

It’s got to start somehow, somewhere.

So don’t be afraid. just start the tape.