Photo by The Wandering Angel
Go to the roof of your building and look out at the rows and rows of sparkles that stretch across the metropolis.
What is it that you see?
I’ll tell you what I see. I see a hundred thousand stories sparkling back at me. These aren’t merely lights; they’re people’s homes. In every light lives residents who all have a story. Think of every event you’ve ever experienced in your life, if you counted them, what would it come to? I’d bet larger than you can conceive – and they’d make up your story.
Next time you gaze out onto the city lights, bear in mind: each one is a treasure chest of untold tales speckled throughout.
What a beautiful thought! Of course, you know there are stories etched in the lines of a wrinkled face you pass on the street, or the person who has lost the twinkle in their eye. There are so many stories everywhere. It’s like stopping to smell the roses. We just pass them all by because we’re too busy to pay attention….
Beautiful post!
*smiles*
Michele
This IS a beautiful thought. The city is full of untold stories… I like that.
@ Michele: Very thought provoking perspective.
@ Vered: Thank you.
I love the picture you chose, Barnaby.