
Everything connected has a story, and within that story lies an invisible force. Whether it’s time, a scene, a piece of knowledge, or a trend from an era, each has its own tale. It could be life or even death. These stories are found in epic novels and in tiny paintings. The presence or absence of a story is a world apart, as far apart as life and death. A story transcends a mere narrative structure; it’s a web of intent and contemplation, created to deliver something meaningful. 🌟
The biggest difference between an ordinary person’s writing and that of a writer is the presence of the question, ‘What do I want to convey?’ The message could be an exalted philosophical idea or a simple explanation, but its existence is what counts. Just stringing sentences together isn’t the same as rolling a snowball with a purpose in mind. The former fades from memory once reading ends, but the latter lodges in the heart, inviting revisits. This isn’t limited to writing alone. Art, work, travel—it’s all the same. Having a story means there’s a beginning and an end, and it’s all connected. The journey could be straight, infinitely winding, or a metaphor for time. Whatever form it takes, it must exist.
It might seem trivial, but preparing that path demands immense thought and effort. One must think and rethink, simulate endlessly in the mind. Most people aren’t accustomed to such tasks. It’s not easy. It’s a special skill, and if you’ve never tried, you might never be able to. That’s a fact. For this reason, I now carefully observe everything that presents a story. Or I dedicate time to find a story in something. I listen intently. Some stories unfold outwardly, while others remain hidden in the work or the process. Yet, among things of value, not a single one lacks a story.
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