Stories are Us
In this age of information where we share reports from around the world about grave injustices and tragedies, we send our social media contacts links to everyone else’s version of rising from the ashes, and we post ten ways to twist and turn various body parts into a heart shape, we often fail to tell our own story. We’ve learned from an early age from every mouth imaginable that other people’s laments or lack of shoes are more important than the telling, feeling, or hole in our own. I’m not advocating against altruism, I’m just saying that at some point as you back link through the great chain of humanity, you are going to be someone else’s other.
Electronic devices and their tools of interconnectivity enable us to describe and distribute instantaneously the stream of atrocities we perpetrate on each other. From our perspective of being in the middle of it, this overload of evidence often feels overwhelming and chaotic, but maybe it’s just another appendage in the evolution of our human narrative. Outside of the moral debates about our increasing social congress, we can see and hear whether all of the advocates and promoters of The Way are walking their talk. From the U.S. government to Anthony Weiner and his, well, wiener; from Yahoo to Marissa Mayer and repudiation of professional photographers; to the Catholic Church and ex-Pope Benedict’s claims of no cover-ups; we’ve traveled from The Truth to Hey, your video on YouTube sucks.
We need to fine tune the design of these tools and there are going to be a lot of sore thumbs in the meantime, but we have the opportunity like never before to tell our side of the story. From my own experience, short, metaphorical Flash Fictions and poems help to release and enable reflection on some of the more murky potholes and for those depths, the telling doesn’t need to be shared beyond the blank page/ screen or a close friend, yet they need to be told.
Expressing our life narratives to ourselves can give a glimpse of our own humanity beyond the fictions of our own and other’s making. Exposing our personal accounts to others allows for insights to emerge toward a more humane human version of existence on this planet.
I’ve said enough here. It’s your turn to write.
My willingness and abioity to carry on conversation can be almost submerged under living in my head, online, Yet we have hyper-speed-ed up everything, and stories, well, stories can take a while. Or not. Or stories can be told with pictures, with brevity.
Which is nice.
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