The story

It may not be true, it may not bring light, and it might explain nothing, despite it all it’s a story and it will be told. There is much more than reality, there is existence between the lines the governor our lives. With no claim of wisdom nor belief of a greater notion, I believe in this story I call my life.

I realize I’m not magnificent; all one can be is significant enough to leave a memory of their existence in this long rendition of life. As individuals we all believe in our own stardom in life, whilst all we are in fact is a reincarnation of concepts and ideas that survives a humans life span to become part of humanity as a whole.

We are an extension of a race, culture, religion, nationality and evolution. As we all are a variation of different principles, we all fall back to the same core of existence. I tend to wonder why one subscribes to one ideology and forsakes all other. We usually follow other’s ideas only those of us with great luck are able to create their own and affect others with them.

My legacy might not be of any greatness, it might be of no significance to the human race, but in whatever circle I exist in I hope I leave a ripple effect of goodness.