Is Life A Story?

 For someone who has been amidst a lot of books growing up,I've always been fascinated by stories.Happy,sad,funny,dark,frightening,well-crafted,not so well-crafted...The art of storytelling is something every single one of us possesses,whether we know it or not.We humans,we come into this world from our mothers' wombs and see ourselves get defined by religion,class,nationality etc.As we grow up and saturate our curiosity,we find ourselves intertwined with others to such an extant where we impact each other's lives,consciously or subconsciously.We smile,we cry,we love,we get hurt by the people we love,we create,we destroy;we try to understand and give meaning to things our predecessors couldn’t,we wedge wars and shed tears for people we don't even know.The intricate web of humanity binds us all as one.We paint our own canvas with the pallets of our choice;sketching our own thoughts on the collective human psyche.Some thoughts don't set on the horizon;rather they stay on our sky with vibrant colours,whereas,some thoughts very silently do.But are these thoughts gone and forgotten?No!Life is a huge storybook in which your thoughts reach and may possibly change someone,even if that person is someone you'll never know,that is guaranteed.

Throughout  our success and our sorrows, our malignancy and our congeniality, our debates and beliefs, our struggles and battles,life remains a storybook which you aspire to talk about to your grandchildren someday with a smile on your face,because you know you wrote a story only you could,and you did a damn good job with it.