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Storytelling is a Part of Who We Are

Eyr Miscaux
2 min readJan 9, 2020

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Telling a story is part of our everyday language. In fact, you don’t know you are creating one such as when you give a brief rundown to your on why you came late at the office or venting your relationship problem with your girlfriend/boyfriend to your colleagues, or maybe you are rambling about your dreams in life with your best friend. Those trivial things are part of our loose narratives from our experiences whether recent or past.

Literature is the window to the human soul as they say and stories are what makes us human, and through storytelling, we find connections to the person whom we are telling to. Not only that, we find someone who could sympathize with us and listen to our stories attentively.

It’s the reason why great classics stood the test of time not because of compulsory reading in literature class but because of its universal approach where perennial questions in life are tackled such as love, justice, marriage, ethics, and morals, and so on. These are the basic questions that are hard to answer in its simplest form. It’s what books are for — to expound them through experience by creating stories then handed them down to the readers.

And then we find connections to the experiences of the characters. We often get immersed in the story and find ourselves part of the narrative we are reading.

It is a reflection of reality turning into fiction just to make sense. Also to have a universal connection to the readers.

It’s a dreamy feeling when you’re immersed in a story you are reading. It compels you to think and it teaches you to unleash your creativity.

You can’t grip to reality because the language itself is pushing you through and through down to the rabbit hole of a fictional universe.

Language is the palette in which we draw colors in life.

Even Fyodor Dostoevsky rightly said so, “But how could you live and have no story to tell?”

What’s your story?

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Eyr Miscaux
Eyr Miscaux

Written by Eyr Miscaux

A wanderer and an observer on the absurdities in life.

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