The First Binding

The mistake people often make about pain is that larger ones inure you to little ones. False. It all hurts. Big or little. And the more you endure in life, the more you become aware of it all. Pain is pain. It’s all valid. It’s all felt.

There's a story behind everything and everyone-powerful tales, even if they don't seem it on the surface. There's power in stories. There's magic in them. And each person's life is a story itself, and with that, every person carries magic within them.

Everyone wants their story to matter, and they do. But some people forget that. Everyone wants someone, just that right someone, to listen attentively with wonder and happiness to the greater moments of their life. And everyone wants someone who'll sit by and listen without judgement over the moments we fell. Especially when we've gone too far, at least for ourselves.

I’ve found over the years there is more truth in a child’s dreams than grown men and women seem to realize. More often than not, we forget these truths as we grow older and are stuck fishing for them blindly.

The number never changes. It will rain as hard and often as it’s wont to do. The only thing we can change is whether or not we will learn to sing in the rain. For it will rain all the same.

There’s a story behind everything and everyone—powerful tales

Each man has paths to choose, Ari. And all choose or have them chosen for them. Some through bold choice, others through inaction.

I hadn’t quite learned the lesson yet as a child, but life is filled with storms. The number never changes. It will rain as hard and often as it’s wont to do. The only thing we can change is whether or not we will learn to sing in the rain. For it will rain all the same.

Everyone wants their story to matter, and they do. But people forget that. Everyone wants someone, just that right someone, to listen attentively with wonder and happiness to the greater moments of their life. And everyone wants someone who’ll sit by and listen without judgment over the moments we fell. Especially when we’ve gone too far, at least for ourselves.

Everyone has stories they’ve collected inside them, and one of the most important things you can do is let those be given voice. People need to be able to share their memories with an audience that cares.

It was then I learned one of the saddest things in life is to forget what gives us breath. We get caught in the madness of life. We begin to bury our finest impulses and desires. And with them, each man kills the thing he loves. Slowly, with timid choices and bitter rue. An old but potent poison, well tested and long true. It’s never a dive or with one fell fall that we jump to kill our joys—one and all. But bit by bit. We chip away at all that makes us whole. Till time and tide take their toll. And leave us weary worn and tattered torn.

It’s hard to know what to even dream of and hope for when the life you live is one you’ve been handed by others. Some people are molded too early in life and they never get a chance to become the person they could have been. They never know them. And we’re all the poorer for it. The world certainly is.

Sometimes people don't need a hand to climb out of weariness and despair. They need an ear. Occasionally, saying the right things. But mostly, many need to be heard more than they need to be talked to. And a storyteller's craft is more in listening to his audience than speaking. Watching them. Thearing the secret tells and yearnings of their hearts.