I’ve been thinking a lot recently on the power of stories.

Every one of us is living out our own story.  We are putting pen to paper as we live the day to day, make decisions, set forth on adventures, find love, lose love, and find love once again in something unexpected.  Every now and then, I’ll look back on the chapters in my life story and reminisce of fond memories, remind myself of lessons learned, and plot the high points and lows.  This is all done so that I can ensure that when my life story is complete it can be looked upon as something rich with meaning, adventure, joy, and fulfilling relationships.

This story would be no fairytale, however, it would be real and raw, exposing the low points where poor decisions were made, pain was felt, and experiences of self-doubt, inadequacy, and vulnerability overcame myself.  When I think about sharing my story with others, these are always the chapters that I want to keep to myself because of the pain and shame that is evoked during those times.  However, as hard as these memories may be to share with others, these are where I allow others to peer into the caverns of my soul, helping people to learn through my own experience.  That makes my story powerful.

We all have a story.  It may not be like the tale of Frodo Baggins of Lord of the Rings or Jake Sully in Avatar but it doesn’t mean our story isn’t any less important to relay to others.  Each of us holds a powerful story and it is when we communicate this that we see this power our life story can exhibit.

We are all storytellers. Let us all be storytellers and change lives through sharing the stories that are written inside our hearts.