I have stories that I carry around and use when appropriate, like seasonings for conversations. Some of them I have over used like salt, and some are precious and stored akin to saffron. The other day I heard one of my precious stories used and told by a stranger. It felt like someone stole my story.
Now I started to wonder, why do I think that this is my story? Did it happen to me, or is it something I keep inside to treasure, and horde for possible future use? Can someone else tell your stories better than you? What really bothered me was that the tellers and the listeners were sharing it as if they had lived this story and it was theirs.
I have thought about this for some time now delaying this post to give myself the time needed to understand the distinction between what happened and what I was feeling. Where I have come to be that there are precious stories and there are common ones too. However all stories are by nature released out into the world once anyone tells it the first time.
So tell my stories and I will share yours. Tell me your most precious story if you dare!
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