Stories

Reading. Learning about other things. knowing more. Piecing things together. Better understanding of what’s happening and what it portends for the future. Ideas. Feelings. Events. Unfolding story of each of us.

The story. Telling how a life began and ended and what occurred in between. The beginning and ending is not as important as the tale between. We each have a tale. Others tell it to others. Writers record it for others to read, digest.

The story. Humans need a story. Why?

Is this how we come to know ourselves? Through the experience of others? Comparison of our experience with that of a fellow human being? What attracts us to story?

A TV program has a beginning and ending with content in between. It tells us something about the action writers intend us to witness. If it is a murder mystery, or a police show, we see the disruption of normal lives, the aftermath, then the effort spent to find who or what is responsible. Find the solution to the problem or the suspect who did it. And then the closure. A case solved. We rest easy.

The cycle is complete. Tied up in a simple package. It reflects the upsetness in our lives and yet a handy, neat resolution. We need that. we yearn for it.

Plot twists play with our sense of order. We dislike the unforeseen twist of plot. Or worse, the case not solved, left open to yawn its ignorance for weeks, months or years. Unsolved cases indeed. They are the story of our lives.

Between beginning and ending is the grist of life. Context frames its progress. Wants and expectations shape its content. Behavior’s will impacts what actually happens, our response to such.

How did he or she fare? Or they? What about we, me?

And so, we listen and observe. We compare to learn  how this relates.

Best if we don't copy the tale as our own. Better if we invent our own path. Our own story.

September 2, 2020