story

Be the light.

Don__ overact the story of your name. Overact the story of your work.

A hero isn__ a hero until he brings the boon back to the tribe.

My wish has always been to write my own story, to create a life that__ worth writing about. But is a story worth anything at all if I have no one to tell it to?

Tell your story to inspired other people to rise up and live their dreams.

Great struggles make for great stories.

The best teachers have showed me that things have to be done bit by bit. Nothing that means anything happens quickly--we only think it does. The motion of drawing back a bow and sending an arrow straight into a target takes only a split second, but it is a skill many years in the making. So it is with a life, anyone's life. I may list things that might be described as my accomplishments in these few pages, but they are only shadows of the larger truth, fragments separated from the whole cycle of becoming. And if I can tell an old-time story now about a man who is walking about, waudjoset ndatlokugan, a forest lodge man, alesakamigwi udlagwedewugan, it is because I spent many years walking about myself, listening to voices that came not just from the people but from animals and trees and stones.

In times like these I always cheered myself up with a certain story. I forgot just when I first heard it, or who I heard it from... but, back when I was young it would cheer me up when I was feeling depressed. Basically, you think of life in terms of a single 24 hour day. So if you take the average human lifespan, to be around 72 years, then dividing that by 24... that comes to 3 years per hour. Meaning, that if you were 18 it'd only be 6 AM! 6 in the morning is nothing! Schools aren't even open by then! It's only been a couple of hours before sunrise, the day's just begun! So if you're 18, you can still fix you life by then! In fact even if you were 30 year old, that's still only 10 AM! The sun's still high, and there's still 2 hours until noon! You still have the whole afternoon to fix your life! You could still make something of yourself. I've always been thinking that, but... I'm now 45 years old! 45 divided by 3 is 15 meaning, that the time 3PM! Ring Ring Ring! I can hear the clock, ringing in my mind! There's only 2 hours before work is over at 5PM! I can't redo anything, it's almost time to go home already.

The monsters were neverunder my bed.Because the monsterswere inside my head.I fear no monsters,for no monsters I see.Because all this timethe monster has been me.

Habitual excuses for inactivity indicates little or no interest in what one ought to have done.

You have to have a plot too, you know? Because without it, your life is less of a story and more of an empty paper.

I don__ know: perhaps it__ a dream, all a dream. (That would surprise me.) I__l wake, in the silence, and never sleep again. (It will be I?) Or dream (dream again), dream of a silence, a dream silence, full of murmurs (I don__ know, that__ all words), never wake (all words, there__ nothing else).You must go on, that__ all I know.They__e going to stop, I know that well: I can feel it. They__e going to abandon me. It will be the silence, for a moment (a good few moments). Or it will be mine? The lasting one, that didn__ last, that still lasts? It will be I?You must go on.I can__ go on.You must go on.I__l go on. You must say words, as long as there are any - until they find me, until they say me. (Strange pain, strange sin!) You must go on. Perhaps it__ done already. Perhaps they have said me already. Perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story. (That would surprise me, if it opens.)It will be I? It will be the silence, where I am? I don__ know, I__l never know: in the silence you don__ know.You must go on.I can__ go on.I__l go on.

Story always tells us more than the mere words, and that is why we love to write it, and to read it.

Begin to write, your heart will flow with sacred words.

Love writes without words.

Her words dance on the page.

The power of classical music turns my words into fire.

I fight evil, and words are my weapons of choice.