Do you like a good story? I love it. I am so charmed every time I hear, see or read a really nice story. It doesn’t event matter if the story ends well. But it matters if the story catches me, if the story shows me strong characters, memorable situations, cutting edge scenery. It matters if the story resonates with me.
Make everything in your life story-worthwhile. Make it as it would be a fantastic journey and you will be the allmighty observer, the hero and the narrator. Create the story of your life.
That’s a very empowering exercise. Try to write a story about something you did, but tell it from a narrator perspective. Tell it like you’re just a character in a play. Do it even for 5 minutes, describing a short situation in your life.
See how it feels. Feels like you? Or that character is just a stranger? How would you like to be seen? What is the story of your life? Do this exercise every once in a while to see if you didn’t accidentally broke into somebody else’s story.
Live your life in such a way that it will make a beautiful story after you’re no longer around.
How To Be The Author And The Character Of Your Own Life Story
Let’s start with a very short and simple story, about a guy called Phil. If your name is really Phil, try to cope with this, until the end of the story.
It’s 6 AM and Phil just woke up. He feels tired and bored. He brushes his teeth with slow moves, avoiding to look in the mirror too much. After unwrapping his breakfast (ham and eggs and a coke) and eating it while watching the news, Phil takes the subway to this job.
He’s late again. His boss briefly let him know that he’s not listed for any of the company’s end of the year bonuses. As a matter of fact, Phil should be lucky that he still has his job.
After 5 PM, at the end of a boring work day, Phil takes the subway back home. He stops to a coffee shop to have a dinner. Once home, he glues himself to the couch and watch TV until he falls asleep with the remote in his chest.
Next morning, at 6 AM, the story restarts.
How do you like this story? Be honest. Is there anything there to create the slightest trace of enthusiasm, of passion, or even the trace of a smile?
I thought so. There’s nothing enthusiastic about this story. There’s nothing exhilarating, nothing enticing. This story is a dull story.
Now, try to look at one of your days, from, let’s say, last week. Again, I beg you to be honest. How did that day unfold? How did you feel it? I know there might be a few changes (maybe you have a girlfriend, or your job is nicer than Phil’s), but, overall, how much your day scored at the “wowness” over Phil’s day? I can bet a significant amount of money that your day was pretty much on the same lines. Not too much, not too little. Maybe nice, overall, but boring, in the end.
I guess now you got it.
You understand what it takes to make a story of your life.
Making it happening is a whole different story, of course, but at least now you know what you want to tell to your kids, during those long, cozy winter nights.
Start with 5 minutes a day, before going to bed. Write the story of the day, following the main character (you, of course) on all those incredible adventures. Be verbose, be detailed, be accurate.
In the beginning, your story will be boring. But next day, when you go to your job, you will have in mind that at night, you’re gonna write about that. And maybe, instead of taking the same subway to the job, you’ll make a change. Maybe you’ll take the tram. Or walk.
And start paying attention to what’s really happening in your life.
Running For My Life - from zero to ultramarathoner
The spooky thing about depression is that it sneaks in. There aren’t really trumpets and loud voices announcing: “Hail, hail, this is depression entering the room, all rise!” Nope. It’s slow, silent, creepy. It doesn’t even look like depression. It starts with small isolation thoughts like: “Maybe I shouldn’t get out today, I just don’t feel like going out”. And then it does the same next day. And then the day after that and so on. And then it starts to whisper louder and louder in your ears: “Why would you go outside, you loser? Didn’t have enough yet? Want more people to make fun of how much of a big, fat loser you are?”
And then you start to breath in guilt and shame, instead of air. Every breathe you take is putting more dark thoughts into your body.
Until you get stuck. You can’t move anymore. At all.
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