Stagnant air, and il attempt.
Once I had reached an age where it was becoming ever so slightly more clear as to what I wanted from life, I concluded this. That I wanted to hear as many peoples stories as I could. My deep passion to hear a story that(even if made completely up) would show me a small window inside of others’ complex lives. It’s invigorating to think about the endless possibility that would lay ahead of myself. Not only would I have a source of endless entertainment(and possibly notes for a book or two) but it could fulfill a passion in my life.
Thoughts that had crossed my mind as ventures to complete this included; going to nursing homes and setting up times to speak to as many coherent elderly folk as I could, going out and meeting as many distinguished or even normal people as I could, or even asking people that were already present in my on-going life and exploring their past and glimpsing to their futures’. The first idea(which was to seek elderly folk) seemed the easiest and also most rewarded type of story seeking available to me. It would take up a lot of time in my life that would keep me out of trouble, and it would give these people a time to shine again, to show another person who was genuinely interested in the past.
To my major dismay and stupidity, I never completed nor pursued my dream. However, now that I am older and more focused this seems to make more sense. Maybe this is what I will blog about, each persons story. From week to week, blogging about the next person I have met, and sharing their stories.
Yeah that would be grand.
