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Just a Boy & His Subaru

On a Journey to Find Themselves

In the past couple of weeks, I’ve done quite a bit of hand-shaking.

I love meeting new people.

That’s honestly one of the best parts of moving to a new place, every person you see is someone to meet. And everyone has a different story, which makes meeting new people the chance to tell your story.

That leads me to what I’ve been thinking about endlessly: you have to have a story.

Maybe I’m full of myself and I’m crazy for thinking my life should be remembered, but should it not be? Everyone’s life is worth remembering. When I’m old and gray, I want to look back and feel filled to the brim with stories.

In the process of jotting down ideas on what essays I would draft, I started thinking about why I’ve made some of the decisions I’ve made in life. After some serious consideration, I  noticed that most times I made a decision based solely around the story it would produce. There are exceptions, of course, but is there a better reason to live life?

The idea of story telling is becoming a lost art, and I still consider myself an artist. It’s something people avoid at all costs. It’s as if no one cares what their great grandfather says because, well, what would he know?


You can find me hanging on any word that comes out of the mouth of an elder. No matter how much older, you can be sure that times were different and they lived their life too. Not every one, but that’s my point: don’t be a person who doesn’t have stories for the grand babies.

The other day I had someone I’d just met tell me I was a ‘free spirit’ after I gave the abridged version of what had happened in the last few months of my life. I’ve never been called that before. I kind of just assumed I was doing what any other person in my shoes would’ve done: start fresh.

That’s when I realized that there are people in this world that look back on their life and regret that one time they said no, or that other time they didn’t take the job because it would be a big move, or even how they lost touch with someone they had become so close to.

You only get one life, so make it a life full of stories.

Talk to strangers, get to know the owners, hold the door open for a set of full arms; you never know who has a story and who’s going help you make a story.

Do it for you.

Do it for the story.

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