One Apple A Day #130
I love stories. And I love the characters in the stories. I love how the expert authors can create a person out of the blue. Through their words, they can bring you right beside the protagonists. You discover who they are reading their actions, listening to their thoughts. While reading, you build a clear picture in your mind. The characters become alive. And they truly are, alive. Our brain is not very good in distinguishing between reality from imagination. What you imagine to be happening is actually happening as far as your brain is concerned.
This is the power of stories. They create real people in your brain.
But what about real people. The guy who’s sitting in front of us on the train. The girl that gives us the coffee every morning. The man over there, trembling while he crossed the street.
They all have a story. Unique stories that they are living, but no one is writing or telling.
If stories have the power to create real people in our brain, what about the real people out there? Are their stories real if no one will read them?
Some times, I like to sit and observe people. In my head, I try to create their stories. Who are they? Where are they going? What happened to them? Why is he scared or excited?
As much as I like to meet people through stories, I would like to discover stories through people. Because everyone has a story to tell, but sometimes there is no one there to listen. Maybe I should start asking the people I meet: “What is your story?”.
I may build some new real worlds in my brain.
While I am writing this post, the bell of the church is playing the sad sequence used for funerals. Someone left this world. I wonder what his or her story was.