Each book is an autobiography, each painting a self-portrait and each song our lullaby before bed. In truth, each story is a dreamed reality.
The story is successful when many consumers buy it, think advertisers, marketing managers and other necessary pieces of the “success” machinery.
The truth is that the story succeeds when it has a grain of truth. Because that truth speaks to many, it speaks to everyone. We all seek the same thing, all with different scaffolding.
The story takes us away from our circumstance, from the false “self” built of frenzy, noise, and accidents. The story speaks to us in velveted caress, in the depths, in silence. The truth comes without words, without noise, without ideas. No one understands the story, no one explains it.
The story throbs, it is lived in a systolic instant. There is only one story, only the heart lives it. And we all have one, sometimes beating arrhythmic and from time to time.
We all have a story, the story.