Sometimes, my attitude to life is a tussle between two points-of-view. See, like many of us, I've another persona inside me: the Storyteller. This Storyteller stands at my ear and says it doesn't matter what my story is, as long as I choose to live it. She tells me a home is only a place: be it Britain, America or the South of flippin' France, it's somewhere I can exist. Don't worry so much about who loves you, she soothes, just worry about who you love; and don't be tied by situations -- create, create, create. Be flexible, live in the moment, don't stress about what you can't express; everyone feels sorrow -- it's a part of being alive.
The one time I merge with the Storyteller is when I'm sitting writing. Then I only hear the story. How freeing that is.
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