I love stories. I believe they’re one of the most powerful tools we have for communication, understanding, and enjoyment. It’s through story that we find meaning in life. It’s through story that people from different walks of life connect together. It’s through story that we share the past and then hope for the future. I also believe we each have our own stories we’re meant to tell. We have our own unique voices and way of looking at the world. And if we don’t share those stories, we rob others of experiencing a piece of this life.
Awhile back, I was in a writing workshop and they challenged us to write from the perspective of an inanimate object in our house. I chose my record player, because vinyl is cool right now and I wanted to seem hip. What ended up coming out, I think, was the importance for each of us to share our own personal and distinct stories. You can read it below.
Hey, it’s me. Your record player. We’ve been together for a few years now and I’ve spun in circles as you’ve done the same. Only when I spin, I bring noise to life and transform it into story and sound. I allow whatever may come to step forward. When you spin, all you focus on is the dizzying effect you feel, which can be nauseating, but you don’t listen for the sounds coming forth. You’re missing the tune that sings as the vinyl of your life scrapes across the needle of time. Each bump and roadblock, each fragment of dust and debris, produces it’s own unique vibrato — but you can’t hear it because you’ve turned the volume down. Maybe it’s because you don’t think the sound rings true. Maybe it’s because you’ve listened to too many other records and you’re afraid you won’t sound the same. Maybe it’s because you’re too busy spinning to reach for the dial. Whatever the reason, you’re robbing the world of the melody you carry.
A harmony is meant to play out — between you and the other records playing — but yours isn’t there. There’s a layer where the message is missing — an absence of essence. Don’t worry about whether or not your track will be able to be heard over the litany of other sounds in the room. It’s not your place to try to elevate it above any other. Just allow the song of your life to play out in harmony with everyone else.
Because the worst sound in the world is silence when there’s a message to be heard.
My hope for you is that you will let your story sing, not just for yourself, but for all of us and those who will come after we’re gone. Because the stories we tell shape the world we leave behind.
Soli Deo Gloria
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