Stories

I wonder how many people on any given day, at any given time, are waiting, desperately waiting, for that movie moment. The one where they discover that they’re not a minor character (or god forbid an extra), but that they’re the main hero. That the story has been about them all along and all the threads are being gathered together, and it’s for them.

That the person they’re thinking about is thinking about them too. That the cavalry *actually* arrives. That the last hope doesn’t echo into nothingness but is answered, returned, not in vain, and just in time.

See, the universe doesn’t actually care. There are no stories until after the fact, and we ignore all the moments that don’t lead to a story, that don’t lead to being a main character. And whether or not you ignore them, the weight of all those missed moments eventually wears you down and you carry the heavy burden of knowing that for most of the stories in most of the world, you may not even play a bit part.

And yet we persist. And sometimes we get that moment. And if you’re very, very lucky, you get to make those moments happen for other people.