Stories

There are 6,885,500,000 souls on this planet. Each soul different from the other. Each writing a unique story. Can you imagine the gratitude of six billion stories being formed? This has been happening since the earliest of times, since the existence of man. Each one of us has a different story to tell and a different way to orate it. A painter composes his thoughts in colors. An athlete in his endurance. A teacher in his understanding. A president in his leadership. And yet we all write. No I don't mean scratching a bunch of symbols on a piece of paper by writing. Writing is creating. Be it emotions on your heart or memories in your mind or punching keys on a keyboard: you're creating something. And that creating is writing because it becomes something that you can always refer back to.

You remember when you were five and your mom used to read you the bedtime stories? And that was the only thing you looked forward to when you were asked to go to bed? That magical feeling of believing that everything ends well? Every story is a ravel of that world. Dragons and fairies and magic doors and animated animals were not just fabrications of your imagination-they were real. As real as it could get and you believed in it. You believed in the goodness of people and the power of fortitude. Ever wondered why kids are so much more happier than adults? Not only because they are unaware of the negative aura of this world but also because they live on the fact that dragons can be defeated. Stories give you hope and we could all use some hope at times.

A few days ago I was walking to my government class, alone for once. It was really cold and pretty and I thought I should take the long route from outside the buildings which is about a good six minute walk. Instead of trailing in my own thoughts, I looked around at the people for the first time in years. And I felt I understood everyone. Every face with a different expression. Every soul with a different emotion and yet among all this ambivalence I found something ubiquitous-a story. There's a story behind every little crush and every gossip exchanged. There's a story about every friendship and every joke. I felt alive not because of the weather but because of a fire kindling inside me. I want to write stories: of old and new, of fire and ice, of tress and animals, of everything. I want to write and write and write until I get tired of writing. I want to write for the people who deserve a voice. I want to write for people who already get too much publicity yet no one really knows them. My English teacher yesterday asked me to think about joining the newspaper staff. I had been planning on doing so but after that bit of 'appreciation' I realized this is something I love. I don't care if people think Pakistani's are terrible at English, I am going to write for it is my haven and I love it.