In The Beginning

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The beginning of any story can be said to set the tone for how it turns out. A story though is not as simple as how it starts, it is an ongoing journey with uphill and downhill roads and twists and turns. Paths that lead you through sunny fields of flowers to paths that go down dark and dreary woods without a glimmer of sunshine breaking through.

We are all stories that are unfolding day by day; and we are not just one character. We are everything we have to be. Everything we need to be. We are the fighters, the lovers, the children afraid of the dark, we are the magicians, we are the wise men, we are the fools, we are the achievers, the failures, the heroes, the villains, the ones who make a difference, the ones who sit on the side lines. The rulers, the followers, the slaves, the masters. Each of us is everything we would ever need to be to make this life a good story! We are pure potential waiting to be unleashed however we choose!

So really the beginning of the story isn’t as important as the now of the story. Everyday is a chance to write something new into your tale. Everyday is a chance to push yourself, to test your limits, to be who ever you want to be. Your dreams, your passions, they are your roadmap, and you can have more than one. You can chase them all. After all it is only this life on Earth we have to be whatever we want to be, to do whatever we want. I don’t think God ever meant for any of us to not live life to the fullest. It is up to us though to live life right, to write a story we’d be proud of, a story the people we love and who love us will be proud of. A story that means something, rather than just a bunch of words strung together.

What will your pages be filled with today? You have the pen, you get to write. Make it legendary…


A Little Tale

The sun is shining brightly, it’s rays making everything bright and cheery. In the midst of this happy day, sits a girl, alone in a bench, under the shade of a great oak, looking as cold as ice. Her face pale, her eyes far-away, her lips in a straight line, not even a ghost of a smile. Passers-by didn’t notice her, she was petite and she sat hunched and appearing smaller than usual. Her blue eyes were dulled and if anyone bothered to look into them, they’d see a soul that had lost all hope.

The sun continued to shine as the boy with the book in his hands stopped to contemplate the words he had read, looking around with a big smile on his face. He took in the scene around him, and smiled at the happy, relaxed people in the park. His eyes swept past the great oak and then immediately went back to it. He noticed her sitting there, looking as out of place as a clown at a funeral. His brow wrinkled thoughtfully, as he wondered why on earth anyone would look so lost on this day, sitting in the midst of this scene. The thought crossed his mind to let it be but before it even had time to take root he was up on his feet, walking towards her.

She was lost deep in thought and didn’t notice the lanky figure make his way towards her and sit down next to her. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he said hiya in a loud and jovial voice. She had been lost in her own silence for the entire time. She looked at him cautiously, her black hair framing her face and hiding it. She didn’t know what to make of him. Something about his open smile and twinkling eyes made her feel she could trust him…

Await what happens next…

Boogeyman – A Need to be Remembered

A few nights ago I watched The Rise of The Guardians. I know! I know! It’s not Christmas and it’s a pretty old movie considering how many movies have come out since! In my defense, I didn’t get a chance to watch it during Christmas time cause of exams! Moreover, I also believe that a good out of season movie, especially a Christmas one, is always good for your soul in the midst of the busy year!

My simple and concise review of that movie is: IT WAS GREAT! It made me laugh, it made my eyes tear up, pulled at my heart strings in all the right ways, made me think and eventually gave me the idea for this blog post!

Jack Frost is the kind of character you can’t help but fall in love with. Oh wait!! I meant to say like! I really meant to say like! Sigh! Honestly! These fingers of mine are too much! They get away with themselves at times! They are typing unnecessary things!

Back to the topic in hand – what the story really got me thinking on was the fear of invisibility. The fear of not been remembered, the fear of people not knowing you exist! I think that’s a fear we can all relate to! I know I am sometimes afraid of it, afraid that I’ll be forgotten, that I will no longer matter; that no one will find me important! We all react to that fear in our everyday lives I think; sometimes consciously and sometimes subconsciously; we try our best to be seen, heard and felt!

I guess that’s why I felt bad for the boogeyman! He really was invisible, and that normally means being alone. No wonder he was so angry towards the four guardians! He was alone and he had all the time to dwell on it and get bitter over it! I bet, secretly he was enjoying all the attention the guardians were giving him. It must have been nice to be noticed, even if it was for the wrong reasons and they were trying to destroy him!

No one wants to be invisible! We all want to be known, cared for and loved! We want to feel that we matter, that we are believed in! It somehow gives us the courage and the strength to be us and makes facing life that much easier!

I know what it’s like to be invisible, to feel unimportant, I have also seen what it does in others to be that way! It eats away at your self-confidence, it’s lonely, it fills your head with all these thoughts that you’re not good enough, and after a while you start believing it and even when people try to ‘see’ you, you naturally repel them. Then you curse yourself for doing that!

It really is the worst thing in life to feel as though no one sees you!

We are all important. We all have a story to tell! I also believe our stories depend on how we react to others, how we interact with others; because while our stories may be about us, we do make an impact on others’ stories. The question is, what kind of impact are you having? Good or bad? Are you seeing the invisible stories and are you attempting to appear on the pages of their books? The truth of the matter is when you take the chance to ‘see’ someone you may find a story quite unlike any you’ve come across! Take the time.

We all have a story to tell…

What is yours?