It was once said that stories are the only things that really carry lives across generations.

Okay it wasn't, but it should've been so let's just chalk it up to I've done one more amazing thing for humanity.

Our memories sometimes fail us and we don't exactly remember things as they were or as they should be.
Thus we end up passing down bits and pieces of the most amazing experiences and sometimes the parts we leave out could've changed everything, could've sparked something, I don't know.

That's why we need story tellers. Guys like me. It's not really the pictures of the people we leave behind that we need, it's the beauty those pictures fail to capture, time fails to capture.
She was so beautiful. So what?
He was so strong. So what?
It's not in how strong he was but in what he used his strength for. The strength is within. The beauty is within. That's what gets passed on anyway.

Stories! Everybody wants to tell one and eventually everybody does but not all stories get passed down either so...

My previous statement is starting to sound a little bit shaky but I guess the truth must be spoken.

Awesome one liners are just that hard to pull off.

So what makes a story stick? Relevance for the most part. There are stories that are much like a pretty girl passing by. They wow you for a second. That's it.
You're not exactly going to stop every pretty girl that passes by now will you?

I assure you that you will not remember every friend you ever had in your old age. Chances are you've forgotten some already but there are those that just can't be washed out, right?

And there's always something about them that jolts your mind into the glorious past.
The pages before this one.

Sometimes we have alot of ink but nothing to say.
Sometimes we just don't know how to say it. But the pages keep turning. Today, tomorrow and forever.
Until your book ends dramatically.

There's nothing dramatic about dying of old age but it has to be at least special to you.
If you haven't used up your ink or if you skipped some pages in the name of chilling, your book will look like nothing more than a pamphlet.
We don't read pamphlets. We peruse through them.

The world is a great library full of books from every era. The pamphlets are kept in the back.
Why should I give your book a second look? There's no mermaids. No vampires. No passion. No dream. Just some guy oblivious to the things that make a good story.

Sounds harsh, doesn't it? Let it be known what reality tastes like; My foot down your throat.
Freedom of speech my foot. Get a clue first. P.s I don't have a foot fetish.

My point is, if I am forced to rewatch my life from beginning to the end after I die, might as well be worth watching. I want to cry. And laugh. And cry and laugh even though I know what's coming next. And be like, 'Man! I got through that!' Or 'Damn! I didn't think I'd make it.' For me. For my own sake I want a certain air of mystery. Of depth. Of breadth. A story of one for the one and only. Me. But I want to be able to recommend such a good movie. Such a good book. Not simply because it's me. But because it's worth watching. Because it's worth reading. One page at a time.

You want to walk around with a book full of empty pages, that's on you. Being ordinary is nothing special.
I'll be a rabbit that lives on the moon if I have to, racing against myself i.e imaginary rabbit me number 2. Me and my imaginary rabbits will conquer it and grow an army large enough to invade the earth. The rabbit invasion. Sounds spicy. The rabbit invasion of 2152. Sounds more authentic.

The great big blue and the colourless you. Why settle for black and white when you can..
Why do I even try?