we all have so many important stories to tell and it is not often enough that we get to tell them. how often have you been asked to tell someone about a certain time in your life? the only stories we ever hear are those of the very old. and that’s not because only the very old have interesting stories, often enough their stories are ordinary, overheard or boring, but we listen. because for some reason we have decided that the years in their stories garner some sort of respect that makes us sit down and listen, interesting or not. and sometimes, they tell great stories, other times, we have to fight falling asleep. but, i think the important part is not in the hearing of the story, but in the telling. we all need an outlet where we can tell our stories and have someone hear them. an allotted period of time where we can feel that our experiences (however painful, inspiring, momentous, or insignificant) served some purpose. we shouldn’t have to wait until we’ve reached a certain age to start having people pay attention when we share our lives.
