18: If You Wanna Be Happy
I don’t claim to know the intricacies of your life.
I know that for every shallow detail there is a small ocean full of mysteries only you can hope to know. Not for any other reason than that you- are human. You, like all other humans, possess a story only you can know. And were you to be of those lucky enough- no- gifted enough to be able to share it with the strength and depth that it deserves, then you may choose to tell it yourself.
And in this, you will undoubtedly weave the stories of others…
And so, one day, as you passively muse over the details of a particular story that you do not own, you’ll find yourself staring into the wild, pretty eyes of the human who does- and you’ll realize that you- you can’t claim to know the intricacies of her life… But you’ll tell it just the same.
Such is the gift of the writer.
Such is the villainy of the writer.
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