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5 reasons for why we need to share our stories.

The stories are meant to be told, otherwise what is the point to have them. Isn't it? And we all have stories inside us. We have to tell our stories, to present a new vision to the people, to the world. One's story can inspire someone, give an understanding of the situation, know the facts and it's helpful for both ways like, storyteller itself, who has urged to say and the people who patiently grasp it.


According to me, the most important causes for the need to share our stories are:



 1) Allowance : First thing is, we are giving a permission to another to know the story of inside when you make yourself prepare to share those experiences, people started to get to know you. You bring a brief picture in front of the people (light) to shine on.



2) Reliability : When we are sharing our things, we are basically unmasking ourselves. Presenting own self is tough sometimes, but presenting own self with authenticity is must. People trust you because they invest their time to read your piece, give attention to know you. So, without transparency, it will be hard.



3) Encouragements : Whatever someone want to say, maybe some people can relate, agree or some people don't like at all and criticize. But one thing is sure, by reading your creation, they'll feel the encouragement to read, to write their own things. Cause, we all are here to help each other grow and telling own stories need courage. So that will only come through encouragements.



4) Clarity : When you are writing your heart out, then you'll meet your own true self! And why anyone would fill the pages with lies? No points at all. Through one's own storytelling, one can question to his/her inner self, most importantly I guess, one can trust in own being. Isn't it one of the prominence of the writing down own thoughts? And when you have faith in you, others naturally feel attraction towards you.



5) Solidarity : "We", this word is small, made only with 2 letters, but we can't underestimate the power of it. When writers and readers started to have each other's support the feeling of solidarity, a concept of community framed there. You know why? Because, we choose to try, try to understand, want to give time to the matter. And when we found that connection we feel that we are guided, loved, protected and we are all here together. That's the power of words. Be an example, people want to resonate, and through your story, they'll find that.


Everyone is here for everyone. Stories are constant, constantly sewing people. So, we need to share our stories. Be courageous enough to share it. Every single person wants to express.

Let's stand with each other.

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