Posted by: evanescence September 17, 2014
Login in to Rate this Post:
2 
? 
Liked by
?
Liked by
This is not a story. Do not go on reading this in hopes that you will know something or you will feel something by the end of it. This is not a story because a story should have a beginning, a body and an end and mine doesn't have any of them. This is not a story because I am not sure where to start from.
Shall I begin my story from memories? Because you know, that’s where every story I have ever known is stored. If I choose memories, hundreds of stories will surface along with thousands of emotions and not all are pleasant. I could begin many stories if I dig down my memories but I warn you, doing that would only give you hopes that maybe there is a story when all I can give you will be some sentences that may or mayn't have any meaning to you. I have grown and changed and in the process, my memories are clouded. If I try to write a story about that one time I went to a park with my sisters and I got lost, I could only write about the fear I felt and go on and on about it. But who will want to read a story of only the horrors of a five year old? You will of course want more which I cannot give because I cannot remember the context or that situation of that event anymore. All I can remember is the fear. And it’s the same with every other incident. I have forgotten what happened, or why they happened. I only remember what I felt- angry, hurt, or happy. And soon, I will forget what I felt too. See that’s why I cannot trust memories to start my story. They disappear over time.
Shall I begin my story from imagination? Because, that’s where every story I could ever possibly write is stored. I guess I could. But here’s the thing about imagination. It wanders and it lures. It is very easy to get lost in imagination and when you are finally freed from the millions of possibilities it gives you, suddenly reality is so unappealing. It frustrates you and all you want to do is to escape. So you will go back. But still, you could get a pretty nice story out of it. But then again, imagination is a wild beast. It doesn't let you follow a certain track. It will throw dragons and trolls at you when you are simply trying to write a simple story. You find yourself everywhere but not really anywhere. So you see why I cannot write a story, at least not soon enough for you to enjoy from imagination.
So that’s why this is not a story, not yet because I am still figuring out how to begin it. But do not give up on me just yet. I am hopeful and I have learnt sometimes that’s all it takes to begin one amazing story. And who knows, maybe you will be in it.
Shall I begin my story from memories? Because you know, that’s where every story I have ever known is stored. If I choose memories, hundreds of stories will surface along with thousands of emotions and not all are pleasant. I could begin many stories if I dig down my memories but I warn you, doing that would only give you hopes that maybe there is a story when all I can give you will be some sentences that may or mayn't have any meaning to you. I have grown and changed and in the process, my memories are clouded. If I try to write a story about that one time I went to a park with my sisters and I got lost, I could only write about the fear I felt and go on and on about it. But who will want to read a story of only the horrors of a five year old? You will of course want more which I cannot give because I cannot remember the context or that situation of that event anymore. All I can remember is the fear. And it’s the same with every other incident. I have forgotten what happened, or why they happened. I only remember what I felt- angry, hurt, or happy. And soon, I will forget what I felt too. See that’s why I cannot trust memories to start my story. They disappear over time.
Shall I begin my story from imagination? Because, that’s where every story I could ever possibly write is stored. I guess I could. But here’s the thing about imagination. It wanders and it lures. It is very easy to get lost in imagination and when you are finally freed from the millions of possibilities it gives you, suddenly reality is so unappealing. It frustrates you and all you want to do is to escape. So you will go back. But still, you could get a pretty nice story out of it. But then again, imagination is a wild beast. It doesn't let you follow a certain track. It will throw dragons and trolls at you when you are simply trying to write a simple story. You find yourself everywhere but not really anywhere. So you see why I cannot write a story, at least not soon enough for you to enjoy from imagination.
So that’s why this is not a story, not yet because I am still figuring out how to begin it. But do not give up on me just yet. I am hopeful and I have learnt sometimes that’s all it takes to begin one amazing story. And who knows, maybe you will be in it.