A brief meditation.
May. 5th, 2011 08:51 pmI was put on this earth to tell stories. There are many things I do acceptably, but only one I do exceptionally, and this is it. Every aspiration I ever had boils down to stories. By writing, I create stories. By role-playing or being a dungeon-master, I make stories. By taking part in theater I helped to construct stories. My desire to be a librarian? To be surrounded by stories, and I gave it up when I realized I wanted a more active part. Political canvassing is about convincing people why a certain story matters. My one-time thoughts of attending law school were not out of a passion for law but an interest in the courtroom, in asserting the supremacy of my story over that of the opposing counsel. Those few times I have pondered going to seminary, it was because in my religious life, there is a greater story that I believe in, that I would like to be a part of it, and share with a receptive audience. When I declared a (later-abandoned) major in psychology, it was because of an interest in therapy. I played the therapist on an amateur level for many friends over the years, and if I did well, it is because I was able to listen to them, and recast the story they told about their lives in a more positive way, and did it well enough that (for a little while) they believed their narrative instead of my own.
If you believe that people have a purpose in life, telling stories is, I think, unquestionably mine. It's all I really want to do. Everything else is a complication (positive or negative, and there's a lot of positive). Every other job I might take that doesn't make me a part of a storytelling experience is a delay, a frustration, an obstacle, however necessary. Storytelling is my vocation.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
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