Narrative In Flux

We are the stories we tell. Not just the stories we tell of ourselves but also thestories we tell about one another. This narrative is made up of perspectives that we form from the experience of both joy and our sorrow. It is easy to forget that the world we see, though real, is perceived only through our senses, the eyes, the ears, the hands. That there are colors and sounds that we will never know, and narratives, no matter how much we wish it, can never be truly known. But if the stories we tell make up who we are the inverse is all true, we are also defined by the stories we choose to shelve. Empathy then, makes up the space between.