Stories define our lives.
I am listening to Jewel’s song. It goes:
I am my father’s daughter
I have his eyes
I am the product of his sacrifice
I am the accumulation of the dreams of generations
And their stories live in me like holy wa
Wow. What powerful lines!
My car has a dual AC. At my age, my dad didn’t have one in his house. My granddad didn’t have his own house – he rented one.
We owe a lot of our success to the efforts of our forefathers.
And if lucky, we live their dreams.
But it’s the stories that matter most.
Amidst all the material comforts and dreams, the stories remain unchanged.
It’s a gift that’s passed through the ages. It tells us who we are and what we stand for.
The story is our identity.
It’s the stories that keep us human. Let’s keep them safe and share them at large.