I’m in this New Year and soon-to-be-college-graduate mindset, and I have come to the following conclusion about life:
You know people by the stories they tell.
…if they have any at all.
I want to always be the person in the conversation who has a story to tell. Whether it’s about love, life, or even death, I hope I can provide a little anecdote with a happy ending.
People who share stories are the ones who have lived. They are the ones who we turn to when we need to form an idea of what’s to come. After all, your future is someone else’s past. Or so I’ve heard.
When I’m 100 (and I will be someday), I want to tell stories about the time I learned how to surf in Portugal, or the time I camped out under the stars in the Sahara Desert in Morocco after a four hour camel ride. I want to share with people the memories from my high school and college years, and I want to say beautiful things about all of the incredible souls I have been so lucky to encounter in my lifetime. Most of all, I just want to leave something behind for others to remember, so that they, too, can have a story to tell.