The Skeleton of a Story
We read millions and millions of words in our lifetime, but only recall a few profound thoughts. Often times we only really remember the skeleton of a story.
Yet even with this being the case, we cling to words – in books, music, cinema and conversations. We desperately hang on to our handful of thoughts and our skeletal friends in hope of one day hearing something that changes everything. We hold on to our stories in hope that, in some way or another, those stories might become our own. That one story would bring our thoughts to life and put flesh on these skeletons.
For the present, however, we search the world’s arrangement of words in hope of finding something more. We scour library shelves, movie theater screens, and loudspeakers to find what is missing. We scan radio stations, concert halls, and television sets to replace what is lost. Something deep inside of us searches for a story that we can be a part of. A story that doesn’t just reflect life, but that is, rather, a reflection of our life. A story that will fill us, inspire us and change us.
We all desperately long for a role to play.