Lifer

Out of the many stories you’ve probably heard, read, seen, they all probably started at the beginning—or at least most of them did, somewhere close to the beginning. There was probably a hero, there was probably a villain, there was probably something like a moral or philosophy that held the story in check and made you feel good about yourself at the end, or made you want to improve yourself…something along those lines.

This ain’t a proper story. This story runs long and it doesn’t go anywhere. It doesn’t have a beginning, or an end. There are no heroes. There are no villains. There are only people, their beliefs and their actions—just like in real life. And these people face trials and tribulations and the occasional celebration, just like us in real life.

We read books to go on fantastic adventures, and to meet beautiful people along the way. But we also read to judge places and people, unknowingly. We read so that we can become better people, but being better people means being better than those who have failed before us. And even in books and stories, people fail, so much so that it even makes real people, real people like me and you, fall apart on the inside.

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