How new stories are written
“Songs end. Movies end. Even flowers and plants die after every season. So, stories also end. It’s just how things are.”
For a moment the woman paused and studied the girl in front of her. With her head sunken between her shoulders she appeared much smaller and more vulnerable than when she walked into her room half an hour ago. She didn’t mean to sound so indifferent, but you know… Why sugarcoat things when we’d be much better off facing reality and accepting the truth.
“But that doesn’t mean it’s definite” she continued, trying to encourage her. “You can always start a new story. You just have to find the words.”
Suddenly the girl lifted her head and scowled at the woman, her eyes now filled with tears.
“I know words”, she replied. Her razor sharp voice echoed through the room.
“I know about pain and betrayal, about falling down and trying to get up again, about lies and illusion, about regret and tears. You see, I know all the words about darkness but I don’t know any words about light. How can I write myself a new story if I don’t know any of these words?”
The woman smiled.
“Nobody is born with a full set of words. We learn them along the way. Just start. Start with the first word that makes you feel good. The one that resonates with everything you are, the one that warms your heart. Then, step by step you will discover the other ones. That’s how new stories are written.”
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