Story. A small word yet it contains the whole world in its words. They make up and shape out our lives. Sad stories, happy stories and twisting stories etc. all of them are colors of our life. Some make us smile, while some makes us grieve. Such is the power of stories. Every story is beautiful, no matter what kind of story it is. Being beautiful is something natural for stories. Everyone is a walking story. The walking stories that we will have to explore for the rest of our lives including our own. Stories starting from the smallest things and ending on things far more magnificent, significant and important. Stories are our memories for the ones who come after us. Stories are of many kinds. Some we choose to remember until our last breath and some forgotten in the next blink of our eyes. Our stories have mostly one reader and that is we ourselves. Everybody is engrossed in stories of his or her own and hoping someone one day will read their story. This expectation of someone coming and changing his or her story is very enticing and exciting. It almost makes them complete silent about their own stories. The lingering hope that someone will find our stories interesting keeps us on an edge. This sharp edge of our magnificent mountain of dreams and hopes realized by someone else. This is the story of our stories. The stories left untold by the end of our small lives. The stories we find so beautiful because we are the main characters of our stories after all. As our main characters, it is our job to fill this canvas of blank space into something beautiful as time of our lives moves on. We are the sole painters of this impossibly big enough canvas of our stories. It is up to us what we want someone to look at when we are no longer there alive. Did we let our hate fill the canvas or did we let our hearts spread love despite burning from inside like a firefly killing himself in the fire? You and I will not be there to explain our reasons for why we did what we did. The only thing left there on our canvas is going to be our STORIES. Paint this canvas well so you can leave on good terms from this small place. Put your heart and back into it because this is all we will ever have.
