Beings of story

 Stories weave the very fabric of who we are, where we’ve been, and where we’re going. Everyone is constantly tale sharing, how their day went, the story about the girl who broke his heart, the 911 operator who must respond to the story of an incident. The tales are scrolls long, all day long, it's the purpose of tongues, to cast the spells of our stories and entrance the receiver to it's quest. as a write this story about stories i enter a state of no mind, and let my higher self be the guide as my fingers type out the words that she recites. humans are storytellers, all of them. it's a powerful thing. some stories are true some are pure lies. how you perceive them is key and how you allow them to influence your life. many will see themselves in the characters of those stories and adopt their traits life those story lines throughout their life. what do you believe happens when you believe a story which is actually a lie, like a politians who spins the tales of how he will make a the world a better place and all the things he promises to do, once you are enamored by his good grace and for for his seat in parliament, years after election he has not yet followed through with the promises he had previously made. Then you find yourself tell the stories of how you've been dooped.  stories are the whole point of language, it is how we navigate through this human experience how we've survived and learned to become more resilient as time went by. but not all stories are true, such as the tale of human HIStory, OurStory is much older then our current records hold.