For those seeking to find my life’s story, you will find no such thing here. A story is but a mere collection of words and thoughts meant to weave an enchanting tale. My life story? Words would leave it hollow and meaningless. Each word has already been done; already overused. A true story, the kind that really matters, is unique. It can not be classified into the “originality” of today’s generation, where originality requires an effort to outcast yourself from the world. No, a true story is the kind not passed down by words, but by actions and deeds that are beyond describing. Many will try to capture such a story, and bind its essence unto pages, but they shall tame only a small portion of such a story. A story is not told, as many believe, but lived. Where do you find such a story? You might try looking into the soul. Maybe then you can catch a glimpse-brief though it may be- of all the answers you’ve been seeking.