The Story We Tell Ourselves

Our days are drafted and rewritten. The context we belong to, borrowed, bought and built. We live to be seen, to be heard and to learn. Life has a funny way of flipping and folding and sending out something to stand for, something to stand on and someone to be stood up by.

We are held, we are met with love and understanding. We are encouraged and we are buoyed up to meet our destinations and challenged with choice and conviction.

We hold on and we let go. Our lives laced in rhythm and recklessness. Our thoughts bound in each other's patterns and our bodies mapped in each other's time, paths and flight lines.

Life becomes more about faith, about exchange, about choices and acts. We stumble in the dark, our eyes shut and our ears plugged - and we hope, we rest, we revive and we recoil our ambitions.

We lay our dreams in the ground and set fire to our failings - which roll in like waves on the coast. We walk alongside each other - clapped in cunning, in carelessness and carefree rapture.

Our lovers patched across our hearts and romance tended to in the wild and in the woodlands of our lives.

We are lifted in imagination, in wisdom, in decadence and in dream. The story of who we are flips and fills our minds - as we dip our feet in daily movements. Our story told and retold - pricks and tips between the hours.

Life is expansive, never-ending and without rhyme or reason. It is us that fx and frame the narrative. Told to us or composed in secret, in silence, in bed, in transition.

The narrative we tell ourselves of where we belong and what we belong to - writes itself. It is sold to those we cross and pasted, papered and traced by the wider world.

That story is alive and can be told anyway we choose. We may feel heroic, ascendant, a black sheep, a martyr, a truant, a saint - whatever the account. A story may bolster your movement, opportunities, joys, successes and outcomes. Still, a story is a story nonetheless.

Write is well and write yours with accuracy and balance. Be sure it fits.

And remember we can always return to the blank page. we can always start again. We can always begin a whole new story today. This very minute...

One that transcends and lives out the appetite we have inside and the fire that aches to be set alight.

Be kind and be honest with the story you tell yourself. It may just be writing who you are. Every day you walk this earth and enter this world.