People love stories.
There are many reasons why. Stories connect us. They inform us. They help us feel like we’re okay. They excite us. Inspire us. They comfort us, and illuminate the past and the future. They make us feel special. They help us realise we’re not alone.
What happened to me happened to them.
That’s just like me.
I feel that way.
I want to do that.
That’ll be me one day.
I know what that’s like.
This is who I am.
This is where I belong.
Stories connect us – to place, to people, to experience, to culture, history and to each other.
Indigenous cultures understand the vitality and importance of story. And not just the individual story, the collective story.
The story of me, and the story of us.
There is an intrinsic power in story we can access and use, but we must overcome any beliefs we hold which dictate telling others about ourselves is something resembling pride, conceit, narcissism, self-centredness or ego.
Those mediocrity-maintaining, self-preserving habits may have served us well in the playground or the classroom, or some other hostile environment, but our story may turn out to be far more powerful than we can imagine.
Your story is important, significant, and infinitely interesting.
People are hurting. We are hurting. We need each others stories.
Someone needs your story.
Yes, your story matters.
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