To tell a tale is a gift not everyone had been blessed with. As a budding writer, I take a great pride in boasting such experience. But what about those who are set to boast, to weave a story to get your business running, to keep your esteem soaring? Yes, I'm talking about you, everyone of you out there including me.
We sit to talk our lives together. I am deeply interested to listen to you speak about the past. Nothing would be more thrilling than a real story, a part of one's life, a set of those dots which when connected back, make a beautiful art out of it. But, what if you are busy weaving a tale? What if you are trying to showcase that you had a wonderful life, besides being normal? I would have appreciated your creations and applauded at it, given the fact that I believed it to be real. However, think of the life you are describing it to be. How far had it been to the reality?
It really lowers you in my eyes to see you boasting. It is not attractive, sexy or the least, making me feel good. It shall depress you that day, into a deep pit, the day you shall realize that you need to cling onto the story just because you blurted it out one day, in the desperate attempt to make your life seem like a Tolkien 's adventure. Contrary to it, think again about telling me what really happened. It may not elevate your personality in my view, but lets me see who you really are. I shall realize the utter beauty of simplicity. I shall share my own life with you. And that, my friend, is the essential purpose of getting together.
We sit to talk our lives together. I am deeply interested to listen to you speak about the past. Nothing would be more thrilling than a real story, a part of one's life, a set of those dots which when connected back, make a beautiful art out of it. But, what if you are busy weaving a tale? What if you are trying to showcase that you had a wonderful life, besides being normal? I would have appreciated your creations and applauded at it, given the fact that I believed it to be real. However, think of the life you are describing it to be. How far had it been to the reality?
The fact that your body speaks more than your mouth, literally, your actions speaking more than your words, often giving it away, the truth that you're being hyperbolic. Not that I would point out to the flaws, but think of trying to create an account that is not yours. The very purpose of getting together to understand each other is completely being broken. Depending upon your intellectual quotient, the foolishness of your tale comes over. So, you tell me a hyperbolic tale to make me feel enchanted, jealous that you were digging grounds for cashews and almonds while I was plainly boiling my lentils. Very well, as far as my trust is concerned. But, isn't being yourself important?
It really lowers you in my eyes to see you boasting. It is not attractive, sexy or the least, making me feel good. It shall depress you that day, into a deep pit, the day you shall realize that you need to cling onto the story just because you blurted it out one day, in the desperate attempt to make your life seem like a Tolkien 's adventure. Contrary to it, think again about telling me what really happened. It may not elevate your personality in my view, but lets me see who you really are. I shall realize the utter beauty of simplicity. I shall share my own life with you. And that, my friend, is the essential purpose of getting together.
Boast not about being awesome, to fill me with awe. Be the one who you ought to be. Be the one you are. Undo all the filtering masks that veil your life. And that would be when, you live, literally, not figuratively.