Tell me a story, tell me a story
Tell me a story, you promised that you would.
Tell me about the birds and bees,
How to you make a chicken sneeze.
Tell me a story, you promised that you would.
There's a wonderful description in The Four Agreements of someone waking up to discover they are filled with stars. One day, I woke up to realize that I am filled with stories, that my stories have more importance in making me who I am than my genetics.
My stories - the ones I believe - define me, makes me who I am. We are, each of us, the sum total
of our stories. Since they are forever changing, so are we.
That reality gives me great patience with family & friends. If I am, moment to moment, the sum total of my stories, so are they. Instead of looking to determine where our stories differ & diverge, how much more interesting to enjoy them as entertaining & illuminating tall tales, which seems to be what most of them turn out to be. Just so many sneezing chickens.
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