THE STORY MUST BE TOLD!

THE STORY MUST BE TOLD![1]


I have been an ambitious story teller a long time now. I dreamt of sharing lines that would touch hearts of people, but I had been a failure so far. I think, it is only me who found my stories great. I couldn’t even keep my grammar altogether correct, and how should I accurately express what I want people to hear? Oh, I was a ‘trying hard writer.’

But, who cares if people won’t mind what I am going to say? Is it not enough gift to be pleased by my own work? What else would I seek if my stories alone could make my life better? Should I still wish for others’ praise when my heart enlarges, not because of sickness but of joy, wherever I have to read my own work? I think, my very self is enough reason why should I say that my story must be told!

I couldn’t deny of moments that I found life so hard. There are really moments when I could not think of anything good to do. There are times when what I only wanted is to sleep and fantasize, and dream while awake. These are the times that I needed someone to talk with but found none. Times that I only have to pity myself for falling into such a sad predicament. I am fond of writing letters; making friends bins of my own problems. But I couldn’t also ignore the fact that every person has his own concerns; and I fear that I may suffocate one with personal sentiments, burdening him/her with problems that are not really his/hers. Furthermore, words are often misinterpreted. Francis Bacon would even say that words are indefinable. The more one tries to define words with words, the more words would there be to define. But, what am I to do when boredom should come? Should I continue to burden people so often? Or should I refrain from talking about problems and keep things within, and thus suppressing my own feelings? I couldn’t bear it all! The story must be told else my heart would burst in pieces because of boredom and loneliness. THE STORY MUST BE TOLD.

I couldn’t claim of a good writing. I may not please people when they read the contents of this story-teller’s notebook, but I am assured of my own relief whenever I write my own stories. These stories are testimonies not just of events but also of LIFE. Now, the story-teller’s story has to be told.



[1] First entry in my diary…. J