Every person must have a story. Little bits of thread that wind his hours into days, his weeks into months, his years into a life. Some are extraordinary; tellings of might & courage, fames & fortunes. Some are ordinary, tales that have less excitement and adventure about them, that go about contentedly like little windmills swaying in the wind. You get those tales that are darkened with undertones of hurt and misfortunes, and those too make for tellings either triumphant or tragic.
Many stories take from all of these, and births a life thus far lived. Yours does; the sum of parts of learning, experiencing, living makes you. And no one can truly be fair to that - they may live and feel everything that you have, but the way you accept, and value things makes you intrisically different.
Many stories take from all of these, and births a life thus far lived. Yours does; the sum of parts of learning, experiencing, living makes you. And no one can truly be fair to that - they may live and feel everything that you have, but the way you accept, and value things makes you intrisically different.