What are stories? Why do we hold on to our stories? Do they serve us a purpose of any kind? Are they productive, useful, evolving or beneficial? When I ask its purpose, I am asking its ‘ultimate’ service to us as a humanity.
Do you think perhaps we hold on too tightly to our stories? That our egos, self worth, self identity and how we behave is predicated upon our stories? What if we let our stories go? What if we stopped using our stories as a barrier to connection, and released our stories so that they still maintained their deep meaning, but we accepted diversity and difference and focused on sameness and inclusiveness. Are our stories really that different from one another? What re we defending with such aggressiveness, such power, such retaliation?
The picture I paint above does not apply to all, the picture above though is portrayed by many. There is nothing ‘wrong’ as such with the picture above. We owe it to ourselves and our loved ones (all living beings and all that is) to at the least reflect and focus on connection via non-attachment and unconditional love rather than division and friction… SS.