My Media class has been exploring the craft of storytelling.
We’ve read multiple articles ranging from the tradition of Native story telling
to the autobiographical account of a leader in the Civil Rights movement. From
these readings, there was something that profoundly stuck out in our reading
from yesterday:
Each story is an
interconnected part of a larger story.
It made me think of life and how we’re all, in a sense,
dependent on one another. I think about my friends, who offer me so much
laughter and joy. My students, who show me resilience and innate benevolence.
My family, those who have seen my ugliest, but still see me as a beautiful
being. And then, there’s strangers. Like, the people I wave at when I run down
the highway or the person making my whole milk latte at the coffee shop.
It is in these daily interactions with those closest to me
and those unknown to me that I connect with the soul of the Universe. It’s
difficult to internalize the importance of connectivity when I’m drowning in
books or thinking about a cute boy or “figuring out” my life, but this innate
connectivity is truly the gasoline of life. These daily connections are the
brief , passing moments that subsist us.
We are all a story, an interconnected part of a larger
story.
A
Larger
Divine
Love
Story.
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