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Stories. And Why I Love Them |
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I've been thinking about story's lately. That's a lie, I haven't been thinking about them lately, I've been thinking about them ever since I was able to think. But lately, it's gotten worse, a lot worse. I think about how I like them. Love them. Adore them, actually, with all my heart and soul. Movies, books, oral, I love it all, I consume them. And all types of story's, fairy tales, fantasy, science fiction, romance, non fiction, fiction, all of them, I just love stories in general. I don't exactly know why I love stories, probably because they reveal so much of human nature. After all, the only thing I love more than stories are people. And even when they weren't even humans in the stories, only animals, or creatures, or maybe it only has trees, it still exposes human nature, all its ups and downs, to the world. Probably because humans wrote them. Sometimes it's hard to consider authors as human. How could something so perfect be written by anything else than a perfect machine. But probably the reason why they are so beautiful is because they're not perfect machines, just flawed humans, writing flawed works about flawed people, who are trying their best to be good and decent, or they're trying to be happy, just plain happy. And isn't happiness the most beautiful thing of all? The thing we are all after? We often stumble after, many take the wrongs roads, and think of the wrong way to get it. But they fact that we all trying so hard just to be happy, for us, for the ones we care about, the the ones we love. Isn't that beautiful? This is what stories are made of. Maybe that's why I love them so much, because stories tell of people who are just trying to be happy.
 11_-ICHy-_11 · Wed Jul 06, 2011 @ 08:13pm · 0 Comments |
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