I want to tell stories that matter in ways that compel people to act. That compel me to act. Because they are so real and raw and spiritually overflowing that continuing to live how you have been living, is no longer possible. I want to craft stories that are complicated and painful, beautiful and consuming ... but not yet redemptive .... because it must be action that is the revolution defining who you might become. Action must be our deliverance: each time, every time.
I want to tell stories that matter in ways that seed service above all else. In service to those who grant me permission to share their story — a story that is and will always be theirs, not mine, with which I have been charged to share in order for their voice to be amplified : or : — a story that is mine, but never only mine, demanded to be poured out in order to extricate myself, to be laid bare in order to exchange the currency of power it holds over me, for me, for you. I debt to be paid for my freedom : or : — a story without human voice, when then it is a shared story of co-creation, co-existence, where you will find me in the echelons of the rivers and the wind and the birds and the beasts. Then the duty falls to us all to represent all that has been silenced and disenfranchised by the ugly ego of sentience blind to it’s own insignificant place in a cosmos composed of expanding matter that could care less who will bear the burden of our folly.
I want to tell stories that matter to hold power to account, to deliver the change that these peoples and places are in need of, the change that is needed in their way, in our words. Great characters situated within a misappropriated recounting of those facing inconceivable odds and triumphing in a daily resistance to endless neglect, faced with forgetting. A story that is theirs and deserves to be told, through which mine weaves, encircling and ensnaring the edges of our fate but from which I carry the burden of being out-from-beneath. The unbearable heaviness of a future that is not made for you, is not mine, but demands many things of me.
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