Down a road unfinished

How would you describe your life story?

What makes a story captivating, intriguing, addicting, enthralling, inspiring, moving, or boring?

Can we truly collate vastly different individuals’ personal stories in order of value?

Does the value of the story lay in the hands of the author or the reader?

How do you feel about your life story?

Are you satisfied as the author of your personal story?

Would you read your own work?

I often find myself between a rock and a hard place, with a quarry of tumbling rocks, “ideas”, clashing against the hard place where I stand, “actuality.” In an attempt to preserve their state these “ideas” are juggled above “actuality.” If my focus changes, even slightly, the “rocks” fall from their concentric suspended existence to meet the unforgiving “hard place” beneath my feet, shattering into undistinguishable fragments.

There is a struggle that all authors and artists face. How do you bring the painted picture in your mind onto the canvas? Can all parts of the imagined detail remain intact without distortion influenced by limitations? We all must have a general idea for how we want our story to read but does it transfer into actuality?

There are constraints that limit our ability to dive head first into our ideas, dreams, and the pursuit of our personal epics, but to what extent? Your ideas can retain their original form and still lay the foundation for your story in the same way that stones from a river in their natural state can be positioned to pave a road.

And here is my attempt to pave the road on my journey, scripting the pages of my life.