Have you ever wondered where all the stories went? The ones that made that you feel glad to be alive … happy, loved, inspired? The ones that made the world seem a better, warmer, brighter place – and in the telling, made it so.
Did you ever wonder where all the heroes and happy endings went, or whatever happened to adventure? Stories like this are more than just words or pictures that dance across our imagination: they are an essential part of what it is to be human – and we feel their absence as keenly as we would feel the absence of our dearest friend.
Things like love, and truth, and good triumphing over evil – they’re stories too, in a way. But since when did that mean that they weren’t true?
And to prove it to you, I’m going to tell you a story. It begins, Once upon a time …
… How it ends? Well, I could say that all the best stories never truly end, but a more honest, or at least more immediate, answer is that I don’t know yet. I’m still writing it …