Our lives in their own way are literature, because we tell the story of our lives through narratives. Diaries. Journals. Blogs. Stories to our friends about the crazy week-end we had. Facebook and Twitter updates. Even the tattoos we put on our body. They all are ways of telling the story that is our life.
However, sometimes we are not entirely truthful about the things that happen in our stories. We feel the need to embellish them, make ourselves and our lives seem more interesting. Sometimes we can get caught in our “embellishments”. Say you tell the same story to two people, but you embellish one more than the other. We all do it. Well, it may come back to bite you in the ass.
But, we all embellish stories at one point or another. Sometimes the more a story gets told, the more wilder it becomes. Kind of like that game you used to play as a kid, where you would start off with an original message and pass it down the line, to see how much it changed at the end of the line. Things like that can happen to the stories in our lives.
But if we did not tell stories about our lives, I do not think people would have a very good sense of who they are. We tend to tell the stories that are important to who we are and how we live our lives, and how we would like to be seen living our lives. We tend to omit the stories that do not portray us the way we would like. We leave out the stories that also do not portray us in a favorable manner, or we will “embellish” the story to make ourselves seem more favorable.
There are many reasons we tell our stories. There are many ways that we tell the stories, or even the same story. We will always try to make ourselves seem more favorable through our stories. But we can also learn things about ourselves through our life narratives. We can work out present problems from similar past situations. Literature is an everyday part of our lives, we just need to know where to look for it; in our stories.
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