Life is passing with every second. And on this earth are as many stories, as many are the souls that have ever lived. Like the novels that get published, only a few enjoy limelight while many perish in oblivion. Still novel once published might go out of prints one day due to variety of reason still it won't be lost and if ever any curious soul steps in to search for the lost memoirs he can resurrect them, with some extra efforts, certainly.
But this case completely varies with human souls. Man in world of modernisation has become a machine with nothing in focus but the ways to thrive and live another day. The philosopher in every human that was has not seen the light of day in years and is suppressed, shunned and forgotten by many.
Still when you focus on what there is to this life. Then you might feel that the things that drive todays world mechanism are actually the most mere and least helpful in adding an extra chapter to this story of life.
Every human when seen as a story, might not comprise great lengths enough to be a saga but those lengths would surely suffice to be collection of short impeccable stories. Next time on seeing a soul passing by, look him in the eye, dive-in the unfathomable pool of time he bears witness to, and search for the tokens of events he experienced and has survived to tell the tale off. The results of this small exercise are intoxicating and worth trying.
It is futile to think if one hasn't struggled every and was born with a silver spoon. But what matter when you look him in the eyes would be something that would have transformed him in what he is today.
Every soul works and works day and night. His work might not be defined by what your defination of work is, but his survival is the proof of his work. And no matter how feeble someone experience be, there still will be something you would have missed. Nothing in this world comes and goes without leaving its dent. Like for example the experience I will get after this article gets finished and the experience it will leave after you are finished with reading this one.
Let me take this thought process to a different dimension. The cultivation of any story you see might look feeble but it's not the story that's feeble its just the potential that restrains you from transforming that story into a classic immortal saga.
Many a times the same subject and story by two different narrators get feedback that stand miles apart from each other. The simple reason being that the skill required is similar to cultivation of same seeds and same soil but varied results. It would be wrong to say that is not in you but the only fact is that the outcast shunned philosopher might not be left sharp enough after being buried for so long. And that's the reason the famous story writers are found more in era when human race is facing transformation or going through complete overhaul in its phase. These overhauls can be in form of revolutions. Hence we see that humans with slightest edge can be famous as the stories in these times are rich enough to make people crave for them. But the real test of a man's philosophical skills and his narrating efficiency is not in rough seas but in calm waters.
Hope you enjoyed reading.