We are all just stories. A collection of atoms and the stories of what those atoms have done while they hung out together in the form of us, for a brief period, along a path called time.
We are real. For now. But the key word is now, because the ‘you’ that was real when you started reading this sentence is different from the you reading the words now. We are only real in this instant. Everything in the past only exists as a story.
And one day we’ll stop creating stories about ourselves and those atoms will start to split up and go their own merry way. All that will be left will be the stories that were made by us. Those stories will live in the minds of the people who knew us, and when everyone who knew us dies then it is likely that our stories die too.
If we are very lucky and those atoms live a remarkable story while they are hanging out together then maybe people who never knew us will know about our story long after we’ve gone. But however remarkable we were, we will still be nothing more than some stories.
So what story are you creating?
What stories do you tell yourself?
What stories do others tell of you?
And what part – what role – do you play in those stories? Are you a hero or a villain?
Are you a main character or a bit-part?
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