What’s life about

I am not sure if god created life full of stories or stories created themselves with the sequence of life. I am also not certainly sure if god called my name and said be a writer or my immune system created hypersensitivity to one’s life story.

I always ask about my story. My mother told me how I was born but was that enough for my brain? I don’t know.

The question, what life is all about, maybe one big stimulator that pushes people into discovery. Even with ease and difficulty of life I feel I can’t run behind my questions.

Stories are a lot like humans. Most of them need an anchor, a wall, sometimes an answer, something to lean on that’s why borders, walls, camps and airports are full of stories. I returned back full with stories as I faced many borders, walls, airports, questions and I was telling the stories of a camp and of my home.

What a story I want to tell with all that? I don’t know. I am bored, a bit cold with no electricity. I thought thinking of something might be a little adventurous like stories, questions and hopefully life may bring some heat.