It’s what we do. Story-telling is what we have the longest tradition of doing. Long before the written word. Archaic religions and ideas were passed on through verbal communication. And so we have evolved…
I think many of us feel compelled to share our stories. Illogical as it seems to want to do so in this age of surveillance and online blackmail. Not sure how much I care about that at present. Our life experiences are all we’ve truly got. All we truly earn in this life. And all we’ll leave here in the memories of others.
C’est la vie.
Nobody promised us a rose garden either. And if they did, they lied. It simply is whatever it is. Shakes out however it might. Luck of the draw in many cases.
Yet we share, we speak, we convey, we attempt to relate and communicate to others. We wish to be understood.
Is a fundamental part of who we are as human beings.