“And my story goes...”

At the turn of every year, we look back, then we look forward. And we strive to feel something. It could be content, or at least feel like it. Although content has this label of “stagnation” attached to it which society tries to shame away. It could be happiness. Yet then happiness can be taken away, vanish or – perhaps even crueler – slowly dwindle. None of these are as painful as what proceeds them: the fear of loss. It could be eagerness. Now finally we reached the realm of positive emotions directed forward. But eagerness can be incited by a whole pantheon of inner dark spots.

Then... back to bed it is? Or is there something else. Not too big, not too small, not too specific maybe. Rooted in positivity but without force.

“Hope is not the conviction that something will turn out well but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.” [Vaclav Havel]

I got inspired today by a “Love Yourself” lesson and how it needs to start from the way we talk to ourselves. Having a passion for storytelling myself, I decided to investigate the way I tell my story. To myself and to others. And so here we are.

A new Hope – “And my story goes...”

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