Our stories shaped our world

Humans have told stories for as long as they have existed. Our stories were our first form of complex communication, and the only method to transfer our knowledge about the world to others. And since our perception is the only perception we can observe from, these stories have, for all intents and purposes, altered reality. Our stories have shaped history, culture, religion, and our understanding of the natural world. The capacity of our brains to create these worlds and plotlines and gods is fascinating, and it is one of the unique attributes that make us human.

This is why literature and art are the most intimate human behaviours. People often say that some works of art have a soul. As an author, I can only agree with that assessment. I print a part of my soul out every time I write. My pen does not only leave ink on the paper; it leaves traces of my memories, my hopes, my regrets, my fears, and my innermost thoughts.

A man gives his life its own purpose, and a man is only as big as the shadow he leaves behind. So what better way to scratch the marks of one’s soul on life than the eternal art of story-making?