I learned a long time ago that we need better messengers. It wasn’t because I didn’t like the stories my friends would tell me, it was because they were always different from the ones they told behind my back.
Like I said, we need better
friends messengers. So I decided to become my own storyteller. I began with my own story. It sits mostly in the back of my memory on the shelves that house everything I have ever done in my life. The most recent chapter, of course, sits in a pile of 300 pages on my desk. On top of that pile is a mountain of magazines and newspapers. It would appear to be as if I’m trying to bury it.
But I know that’s not true. I’m just setting it aside, momentarily, because it doesn’t serve a purpose for me at this point in time. This nonlinear circle of time. It feels more like a ball and chain that anchors my psyche into a place I don’t believe in anymore.
Like I said, it doesn’t
tell a story serve a purpose. The good messengers understand this. They get it. The talking stops and they lead by example. Here, let me show you something even better. Who knew messengers could be so proficient without words?