It Began With a Story

It began with a story.

It always began with a story.

Whether it was a comedy in which the jokes made no sense,

or a drama that pressured its audiences to cry alongside its actors;

all of it

began with a story.

Being a storyteller was the hardest task of all.

It was simple to suggest how an object presented itself,

But upon finding difficulty in attempting tragically perfect a character,

We are left with our eyes bouncing back and forth

Between the ending that we want

And the ending that must be for the individuals,

Whom who perceive as half-fictional.

Life, as I would assume a storyteller would imagine,

Consists of a cycle of conflicts in need of solutions,

And guided by hope and resolve,

Someone

somehow

manages to find a solution.

It’s simple:

Locked door?

Find key.

Broken heart?

Miss me.

It all begins with a story.

And it all ends with a memory.