I am in love with the world of imagination. I love reliving the stories of others and the worlds of the past. I love immersing myself into to the stories my grandparents share. I love listening to the endless tales of people whom I care about. There is indeed, some magic about ordinary days. And there is a special joy in sharing these moments with those who care for you. Although these stories are essentially palimpsests, there is a momentary expansion of perspective, a sudden surge of empathy and a whole new side to the person, you never even thought of. Or perhaps a side that had been forgotten along the pages of time. What if some of these stories bring with them treasure troves of wisdom, which might be buried in sand someday, if not told to anyone; maybe the ingredient to save humanity from itself; maybe the purpose of life!
