Documentaries are becoming more and more popular. Reality TV is making everyday people famous for who they are, however sick and twisted their life may be. Everybody seems to want to write their memoir. My story, my blog, my vlog… why not? So many stories lay buried behind lifeless eyes that have begun to rot beneath the ground.
We should tell our tales. Anyone can write my life story but only I can express my point of view. Only me, myself and I, can recall it all in a split second and see where “karma” has kicked my butt. See where God has spared my life even when it made no sense to do so.
I love that people want to share their lives. I troll Facebook and like my “so called friends” status when they share about losing 10 pounds and finally being able to walk for 10 minutes. How did she gain so much weight? Why is she homeless living with her family out of their caravan and how do they do it. How does she go on when her husband goes to jail? Why are they still together in what seems like a very tough situation? Maybe someday she will come out of it and share it with the world.
I know I will buy the book. Why not?