Storytelling

I wouldn't ask you to lie to me, but tell me a story, grab hold of me tightly with some words worth following. It is obvious that many lies drop from tongues, or even fly off them like bullets. The fact of the matter is that lies are a part of our lives, whether we like it or not. Now, storytelling is a completely different matter. Tell me a tale, mask the sadness beneath your veil of words, and perhaps lift me from my own sorrow. Embellish something, rather invent some complex and beautiful web of events that could only really fascinate the listener and wake them from their dreary day.

Imagine grandpa in a rocking chair, with grandchild on his knee. The story he mesmerises his little loved one with is not always true. For how could such a man possibly have done all of those things? So, yes, some of them were real stories that grandpa has fetched from the darkest recesses of his mind, but some are entirely invented. Inventions inspired by love and magic. This is not to lie, this is to carve some beauty for the eager and open ears of the child. Storytelling is inspirational. It can help the mind of a child or anyone to blossom and feel a sense of wonder that perhaps little else can. Somehow, storytelling often feels like the greatest truth on this earth, in such an age as we find ourselves in. Think of a tale to tell each other, something grand and majestic, to make the little hairs stand up, to make the brain feel a short, sharp shock, and to water the seeds of ideas in the minds of us all. If you only just tell a story, not only do you create something incredible, but you overwhelm the lies, and watch your invention become as real as anything else ever was or is likely to be.


* Do not fail to understand the difference between 'lies' and 'storytelling.' I can understand that there may be some confusion, but believe me, they are two totally different things.