Friday, March 25, 2011

Reflection Series: Life is a Story

Dedicated to L Y



We tell stories every day. They stem from our experiences to expectations. Stories can be factual or fictional, but whichever the case, stories serve to inspire, entertain, and even teach morals. When I was a kid, my parents and relations told me many stories. I loved hearing them. After a good supper, we would tease and make jokes, then, it was story time. I heard stories about the animal kingdom, say, how the lion became the king of the jungle, or how the gorilla lost its tail. These stories were often adventurous, and spoke a lot about the bravery of their imaginary creatures: I heard about the man that went to hell to get a moon for the world - the same we all still enjoy in the night. My childhood stories talked about a world that hardly superimposes the real one, and brought the unthinkable to life. It was beautiful – a perfect world with colorful troubles, ideal amidst evil. We all wanted to live there.

It turns out that stories are not merely limited to kiddies’ bogus pleasure and adult entertainment. They are also accounts that served to inform us of the past: history, present: news, and even the future like the infamous apocalypses of John in the bible. In court, for example, people tell and hear countless stories – stories that literally lead to dramatic and, in some cases, life-changing consequences. The same holds true for media reports that bombard the mass of people every second of the day. Most television channels now run 24/7, and there are thousands of them. Their shows range from straightforward narrations to actions involving hundreds of peoples. The subject matter of these stories is immeasurable, and their overwhelming effect on the masses has led to their organization into genres to control the overload.

Some stories are epic. The authors of these stories so wittily and creatively document their ideas to the point that these wits perpetuate the history of humanity. Such artistic use of stories is mostly referred to as literature. It is vibrant, cultural, and often dramatic. Just like any typical story, it ranges from facts to fiction, from technical to common knowledge, and from human values to ethnic values. The presentation of literature is often ornate, and even when minimized their artistic values are prominent. A piece of Literature also speaks volumes of the period that produced it based on the mannerisms of writing and the fashion of language.

The function of stories in everyday life is unparalleled. Only another story can do what a story would do. For social beings like humans, it is the only effective commuter of experience and learning. What would life be like without stories? Observing the other animals without the necessary ‘gift of speech’ is a close replication of what the human race would be like without stories. People would have to wait and rely on adaptive and evolution changes, which are much slower. Cognitive development would be much primitive, and one can only start wondering what would be high class about humans. Thus, our world is a world of stories, and these stories will always characterize the everyday life.

A Short Story:

Did I ever smoke? Ha! I did the paper, and some tiny shrub that had a hollow in it. I was an adventurous kid - very inquisitive and curious. I'm not sure if I've grown too – growing up is for adults lol, I'll try anything just to know, but of course those were not tobacco or what one might consider smoking. Shoot! This question is indeed kinda silly lol. Ok, so one day, I am not sure I remember my age at the time; I got a real cigarette, hid it in my pocket, and waited for a quiet house lol. When the good time came, I went to the back of the house, pulled out the sucker, and started trying to light it. Darn! The wind got two of my matchsticks. On my third, lol, some dude calls out to me! A family friend in his teen. Shoot! I've been caught! His name was Friday. Sweet guy! He advised me and I nervously accepted - just don't tell. I went on to tear hopelessly  the cigarette apart. I was shaking because I knew I could get into more trouble. Friday saw my fear and took me out to hang with him. That was my first and last attempt. Friday deeply impressed that one on me. Mom still doesn't know. 

From the above example, it is apparent the stories allow us share our personalities and recount a previous experience.

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