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    January 29, 2020

     

    We carry around our stories. They drive us, they define us. Our stories are who we are. Beneath this skin, this frail facade, we are a collection of experiences and ideas. 

     

    Sometimes they are heavy and we strain beneath them. But that only makes our legs and shoulders stronger. Over time our stories make us impervious to the weather of our lives. If we choose that. If we insist on growing. If we have faith in ourselves. Because our stories can also buckle us. They can break us. How we tell the story matters, not just to others but to ourselves.

     

    The glass is always half full. Things can always be worse. If you are alive and breathing you are in the game, you can help people. And if you can help people then your life has meaning. Our meaning does not derive from what we can do for ourselves. 

     

    I must always ask myself ‘what story am I telling?’ and ‘who am I helping today?’  That is my anti-depressant. That is my raison d’etre. My story is only complete if it includes yours. And it does. Not that it’s ever complete. But it gains significance, through you. 

     

     

     

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