You’re a story. I am a story. We all are stories waiting for our storyteller to arrive on
the scene. He comes our way. We may, may not realize his presence. Stories do
come across storytellers. They may, may not see the story.
Alternatively he may be driven by the thought – “My
whole life has been an open book. My story has been an easy access but it needs
a wider audience as I believe my life has a message to serve.” Can he find his
storyteller? Anything but he is certainly a story like you and me.
Every story is subject
to specific specifics. The story may be multiply told or the storyteller may
decide to tell it only to the subject, the person-in-focus, or the
person-in-focus may guide the storyteller about nuances of the story. Things
happen subtly at this level (a practical case in point - stories told and retold by people in love – both are
storytellers and stories in their two-people universe – isn’t it?). He may ask
the storyteller – come and please tell me how my story can be worded; is it
worth an effort?; can it be foretelling?; can you make me feel special by
wording it?; should it be specific or I should advise you to go with a generic
theme? And in the end he may ask the storyteller – please do not manipulate my
life while telling this story; or, please don’t be absolute with every facet of
my life while telling the story.
The person-in-focus may
request the storyteller to know if his story can be textured to spread the
message of his life. He may be propelled by the thought - “All my life I have
not allowed my conscience to hear others deciding on or opinionating about me
but now I want to allow others to give a chance by opening a window in my life
to look-in, to think, and to draw their own personal interpretations.”
