Everyone has a story worth telling

I love the first words that encourage me to write on wrizzit:

And since they encourage me to tell a story, i feel it is my duty as a storyteller to do exactly that.

Though, to be honest, I didnt plan to name myself the storyteller. It was a choice of the moment as i created my substack account and actually my first ever social media account. I was excited back a year ago to share my thoughts and the way i told stories. Yet, i didnt plan to also tell stories of me procrastinating. Of the silences i left on my little corner, a garden which grew nothing, for its gardener was consumed by thoughts of the world, of ways to control the situation. Yet, control is perfection and perfection is a death penalty to creativity. Soon, that garden became occupied only by me. And it still is. It may still be in the future…

I sometimes feel like the second choice, the third wheel, overlooked. The one who doesnt belong. I feel like people cannot handle the full me, like the words i will say or the way i say them are too much, because they will not be understood. And i wonder if i have value in the room, if i deserve to stay to the place where people exchange parts of themselves. So, i analyse instead of experience, removing myself little by little to be just a viewer. I sacrifice living the moment for my own consuming thoughts…for i believe that if i tell my story, it wouldn’t matter to the world. Or perhaps i am a messy storyteller, something i have shared online and it was echoed by silence of the corner of my substack. Well, a lot of the raw parts of mine has been embraced by the silence and by my own self. Yet, this phase is teaching me to be the fan of my own work. But, oh to meet other souls that embraces my own, for we are bonded to what my stories or theirs made us feel!

The truth is that it wont matter to many people…but perhaps it will matter to many others…

The silence in my own little corner of the world though is healing me. It is forging a stronger version of myself. The silence is teaching me that I have a voice I first need to hear…

If i heard everyone else in the beginning, perhaps i would have become on the mercy of their likes and views and preferences. But, for an artist there must be a moment of silence, of embracing their own voice before that of the world.

It feels though quite sad... Yet, will the presence of another soul make my story matter? I would really love bond with the feelings that my story made me and the reader feel, but will it make the story matter? Just because you are the only one that sees the stories’s worth doesnt make them invaluable. After all, they are stories: A story means something that matters. And everything is a story because everything matters. Everyone is a story because everyone matters. Or perhaps pieces of all the stories that make us. One or a thousand people don’t gather to value your story: They come together to listen to it and to feel. We are humans before we are judges. A story is a message shared in ways that makes us feel. And if the story makes us understood, that is beautiful…

Imagine the story of a shepherd who raised a lamb in an isolated village of England. One day, the lamb dies and the shepherd’s heart breaks, for their dear good friend is now gone. Do you think that this story doesnt matter just because it wasn’t in the headlines of every magazine? Or because it wasn’t popular on social media? do you think it matters less than what a celebrity wore in the Met Gala?

Each of our stories matter. The reason why we feel the urge to share them with the world is because we want to have other people experience what we experience. Not to prove to ourselves that our stories matter.

Everyone’s stories matter. If they didnt matter, then why are they called stories? A story to me is something with meaning. It is a message told in ways that only the soul can understand.

Everything worth meaning is a story. Therefore, we are all stories, because we all matter.

And i have tried to say this to myself over and over again in the days where my existence was unnoticed, online or in a real room. Where I felt like the second choice, the third wheel, overlooked.

Everyone has a story worth telling. Everyone…because everyone has a life that matters. Or something in their life that matters.

Let this mark my first ever post on Wrizzit and let is also be a reminder to everyone who has felt the way i did. I would like for all of us to share our stories and to bond with one another through the feelings that our stories made us feel. Therefore, i am opening a submission:

“Everyone has a story worth telling.”

You can share your stories or perhaps an event that matters to you and impacted you: a message to the world that your life or someone else’s taught you. Be creative, the true artists that you are: tell your story in whatever way that fits your style, in whatever genre that your soul can speak more freely, let it be fantasy, horror, science fiction, nonfiction. You are the creator, so you will figure it out yourself. What matters is to let your soul be free so to make your story feel alive. And once the story is alive, it will be imperfect. Because above all, we are all storytellers. And even if you feel like you are not good enough of a storyteller, it isn’t because you are bad: It is because you are a beginner. We are all beginners(or perhaps not), so that is why we share with one another, so to learn from one another.

Tell your story by your own rules…

Best wishes to everyone who read my post,

StorytellerJ.