I recently read an article about a young woman who has spent the past six months backpacking solo around the world. Her main bit of advice was to do what you want, and not do what everyone expects you to do. Don’t go to all the places every traveler ‘should’ go, but do the things that make you happy. This is the secret, her advice.
The secret is making your own story.
Through words. Through actions. Through love.
We make our own way through this world. We are flawed. We mess up. We get lost. But that is all part of the experience. We fall, rise back up, and continue onwards, writing our own story.
Recently, I came across the band Black Veil Brides while on Pandora, and their song “In The End” stood out to me. Listen to the lyrics and you’ll understand.
In the end
As you fade into the night
Who will tell the story of your life
And who will remember your last goodbye
Cause it’s the end and I’m not afraid
Not afraid to die
Who will tell your story?
It’s a question that we ask ourselves each and every day. We ask if we are good enough to be remembered. If our actions will speak for themselves. If others will notice. Who will share what we have experienced, what we have done, when we are no longer here to tell the story ourselves.
Some people write. Others put it onto film. Videos. Photos. Essays. Paintings. Music. Expressions that are shared by hand, over the internet, by word of mouth. We share parts of ourselves in the hopes of having our stories passed down,
In a sense, this is why I write. This is why I share my thoughts and adventures with the world. To be remembered. To be an inspiration. To light a spark in the darkness.
The hope is that we don’t have to do any of this. The goal is to live a life so powerful that your actions, your story, is remembered by those who cross your path. That others see how we live and it changes them. That they are moved to follow in the same footsteps that we do.
The secret: You have already made a difference.
Oh, I know what you are thinking: I’m a nobody. Nobody will remember me. I’ve never made a difference. I used to think the same way. But I tell you, you are wrong. If you have made one person smile, you have changed the world. Your story is written on their lives. You will be remembered.
They may never know your name. They might not remember your face. But they will always remember how you made them feel. And this is how we share our stories.
This is the goal.
We may never know how far our story spreads, or who speaks of the things we have done, but it is written on the hearts and in the lives of those we have touched. Good, bad, and the ugly. Our story is written with every action (or inaction) and every spoken (and unspoken) word.