We’re all searching for meaning.
We want someone to tell us our life matters. Myself included. I’ve been the girl on the floor in the middle of the night in tears. The silent sobs that feel like every breath is going to be the last.
There are these words that seem to define periods. Hope kept coming up in 2008. I think story is 2009’s word. Not that hopes gone anywhere, mind you.
Stephen wanted someone to tell him his life mattered, to know that someone cares.
Dish has been reflecting on how our dreams change over time, all the while shaping us into who we are becoming.
Ben’s created a whole conference around the idea of Story.
Our stories are as instinctive and as necessary as our breathe. It shapes us. It’s who we are. Story is the stuff that we are made of.