Stories being told...

Posted by Sherry Roit on Sunday, December 22, 2013 Under: General


Each day, hundreds, thousands - millions, commit acts of bravery. Find their courage. Each in their own story, which overlaps with other stories. Characters come and go.

One is no less important to another, in their story. It is not a contest. It may be the most important thing that person ever faces, the most terrifying. While others would point and say, "All you did was ask someone on a date."

It is not a contest. You may not know this person's story. Particularly not their inner monologue. How asking anything of anyone is the most terrifying thing for an agoraphobic, painfully shy, socially awkward type.

Then of course there are those who make the news in a stunning act of selflessness. But it's not something I would begin to compare, as they are now the star of a different story and they are made of different stuff. Asking someone out wouldn't stress them in the slightest.

Some are leads, some are background. Some are in-between.

It is not a contest. It is very subjective. As are so many things in life.

And to find joy, to empathize, with some particular moment that crosses into your own story, is not to diminish the others. It means you're human. It struck a chord. It's okay to admire, to laugh, to rejoice...to cry.

It is not a contest.

Even those in the throes of something horrible would rather find joy in a work of art, or...

We each have our stories being told, and they overlap, they ebb and flow.

Is it ever truly "The End?"





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Stories being told...

Posted by Sherry Roit on Sunday, December 22, 2013 Under: General


Each day, hundreds, thousands - millions, commit acts of bravery. Find their courage. Each in their own story, which overlaps with other stories. Characters come and go.

One is no less important to another, in their story. It is not a contest. It may be the most important thing that person ever faces, the most terrifying. While others would point and say, "All you did was ask someone on a date."

It is not a contest. You may not know this person's story. Particularly not their inner monologue. How asking anything of anyone is the most terrifying thing for an agoraphobic, painfully shy, socially awkward type.

Then of course there are those who make the news in a stunning act of selflessness. But it's not something I would begin to compare, as they are now the star of a different story and they are made of different stuff. Asking someone out wouldn't stress them in the slightest.

Some are leads, some are background. Some are in-between.

It is not a contest. It is very subjective. As are so many things in life.

And to find joy, to empathize, with some particular moment that crosses into your own story, is not to diminish the others. It means you're human. It struck a chord. It's okay to admire, to laugh, to rejoice...to cry.

It is not a contest.

Even those in the throes of something horrible would rather find joy in a work of art, or...

We each have our stories being told, and they overlap, they ebb and flow.

Is it ever truly "The End?"





In : General 


Tags: free thought 
blog comments powered by Disqus

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