As we speak 6.5 billion stories are being written.
Yours is one of them. The inevitable reality is that, the very moment you step off the twig, drift off peacefully or go out with an almighty bang, your story will be filed forevermore in The Great Hall of Records. And that’s that. Finito. Kaput. No more you.
By now, you have already written the first few chapters of your life’s work. Some of you have dragged the pen across the page, kicking and screaming, with a concerted gnashing of teeth, penning some terribly morose tragedy. Many of you have grabbed your biro eagerly with both hands and written proudly and without falter, writing a tantalising, honest and compelling autobiography. And a few of you have wafted about aimlessly, humming some vaguely familiar tune, as a passenger in your own life. That you have to read what you have written to see where you have been is fine testament to your apathy.
So, a story it is. What are you going to write?