What frightened me most was, I could no longer believe in my own life as a story. Everyone needs a story, a part to play in order to avoid the realization that life is without significance. How else do any of us survive? It’s what makes life bearable, even interesting. When it becomes neither, people say you’ve lost the plot. Or just lost it.
Perhaps somebody has alredy written it. But I want to write a story from the end till the very beginning.
We are Living in the Last Chapters of Life… Find Your Purpose and make it the Best Story possible.
The story becomes clearer with time.
A thrilling story can be dull if told badly, but even the most mundane event can be elevated into a tale of epic scale by a good storyteller.
they say that girls are the ones who want fairy tail endings, but then again, who are the authors of fairy tales? mostly men…
You are your own journey.
Story, as I understood it by reading Faulkner, Hardy, Cather, and Hemingway, was a powerful and clarifying human invention. The language alone, as I discovered it in Gerard Manley Hopkins and Faulkner, was exquisitely beautiful, also weirdly and mysteriously evocative.
In any game, the game itself is the prize, no matter who wins, ultimately both lose the game.
A writer may not know the way at first; but if he endeavors to complete his task, he carves a path with his story, a knowledge shortcut.