Story

Once upon a time, said the man to his son…

And soon a thousand stories were recounted. And both of them lived a thousand lives. The evenings hold the charm for the best stories.  It holds true, all that we have ever dreamed of, dared and wished for, and the precepts plenty. On the wings of tales, we fly, we could die, as we wish, yet live to tell the story again and again.  Everything ever done and will be done, is a story, and stories, will never end.  Will you like to hear your own story, some day, or squirm in shame? Never forget you are already composing yours and it started with your first breath, and will start reeling all over with your last breath.