Dear Friend,
I frequently hear people say that “you are the author of
your own life” or something along those lines in hopes of being
inspirational. After having authored a
few stories I can assure you I am not writing my own life story. I certainly wouldn't have chosen a setting as
plain as South Dakota, nor a climate so unpredictable. I have little say in the characters, let
alone how their actions will reshape the plot.
I’m lacking the charisma and charm of a lead protagonist, and my story
arch has run flat in the past few years.
Yes the
future is mad with the pen; it withholds the next chapters of your life. Constantly editing and rewriting the next scene,
so that the ending makes sense. And maybe not from your perspective but
remember that it is not your story. You
might not even be the protagonist; I often feel that I am just a side character
in my little brother’s story. That the
great and the tragic will happen to him, and my life will amount to nothing
more than a footnote at the bottom of the page.
Yet here
I am, still craving the next scene, the next chapter, the grand finale. The genius of Mother Nature and her magic with
the pen, even her most lack luster stories keep us enthralled to the end.
Sincerely,
Tales
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