“What if we had food and shelter and safe streets and running cars, but no stories to tell? What would be the point of any of it? The world is screwed up; we’ve always needed security, but we’ve also needed stories to give us a sense of our place in the universe. Stories suggest there’s order in the chaos, the possibility of redemption for our mistakes, and the hope there’s something bigger and more meaningful pulsing underneath it all.
I can’t balance a checkbook, but I can tell a story. If I tried to be a mechanic, I’d destroy your engine. If I tried to be a cop, I’d probably accidentally taze myself. If I tried to be a doctor, I’d kill you for sure. I greatly admire the people who do all those professions, but I’m not cut out for those things. The best thing I can do is tell stories, in film or books or whatever medium.
When someone once told Mother Teresa they wanted to join her in her charity work in Calcutta, she responded, “Find your own Calcutta.” So don’t think you’re less important than somebody else because you can’t throw a football or read a medical chart or practice law. We all have our own gifts. Find yours and use it. You aren’t called to be someone else, you’re called to be you.”
My writer friend wrote this and posted it on FaceBook. I thought it was great and wanted to share it.