We are All Stories

I have a blank head at the moment.
But anytime I’ve been away from the computer the past two days, I have a consistent thought.
‘Post Something.’

I’m going to let force myself to slip into a careless, functioning part of stillness and float.

 

 

It’s all stories.

Everyone is one. Everything we say and do, is at least a part of one. That One is Yours.

Then we have the impacts. We’re all characters with roles we don’t even know we’re playing.
The amount we relay and to whom is a part of our character. People percieve it at all different levels, but the fact that we’re now apart of not just our one story, but theirs too,  is kind of cool. Right?

You fill up your vehicle at a gas station that has really great fuel prices. Your aunt tells her friend that, and her friends son goes to that exact gas station and sees a friend that invites him out to a baseball dance party game slash whatever sounds awesome right here and he has such a great time and meets his future wife.

We are all connected.

 

 

 

 

And hey,
I guess a blank mind is never actuallly blank.