Last Update On: Thu, 19th March (2026)
Life is a story. And you are its Storyteller.
It is a long story, filled with stories of their own. We all have them, that’s the nature of life. Everything alive has a story. They may not be able to comprehend it, but that doesn’t make it any less real.
As humans, we share a longing. This may be buried, it may be cut out — but the heart of humanity shares one simple desire. To share our stories. Probably not in their entirety. Some parts, we hold in our hearts until they stop beating - but there’s always at least one part that we would like to share with others.
Life is a story. And a story is a conceptual representation of Life.
Each story has its life. Even ones we make up. And when that story ends, it goes to sleep. It lives on in the minds and hearts of those who know it and choose to share it with others. Death comes when there is no one, and nothing left to carry it.
This is called legacy.
There is a saying that has been getting passed down through generations, and has no direct answer for its author. Infact, it does not have one exact wording, but its meaning remains the same across all of its iterations. We die twice. Once, when our body loses its light. Then, when we are no longer remembered. It goes back centuries, and its history is quite interesting.
The parallels between life as described here, and stories, are obvious. When we die, our story sleeps - to be carried on by stories kept in the memories of others. It may distort over time, but at its core lies you.
Of course, just because we can communicate them does not mean that we can understand them. When our stories are hard to understand, that turns into loneliness. We yearn for someone to tell our story to, to understand, so that we may be carried along and potentially intertwine with other stories, to weave a web of links.
We live in the information age. The internet has gotten worse over the years, but its core is simple. It is nothing more than a canvas upon which humanity draws whatever it likes. That’s partly why I have my main website, and now this one. It is my little corner, a little part of the canvas that I have called mine, to share with others.
My original motivation behind streaming and editing is so that when my story intertwines with something else, the memory is kept alive in pristine condition, by the power of digital storage. Not kept in organic or analog where it is much more of a victim to entropy. But in something that can be kept safe. Copied. Backed up. I streamed so that, at the very least, when I am old, I can remember my own stories and share them with others. It’s no wonder that editing is harder - but there is a reason that books have editors. Not everything is of interest. And so, I edited.
And not just my story - but that of others as well. Others who thought to join my story, and in turn have mine join theirs - to be kept perfect in crystal for us, or others, to ponder over in the future.
I’d say that the worst part of having low numbers isn’t anything material. I don’t care if this doesn’t make a living. I don’t care if it’s not spread throughout the world. But it makes me think that my story isn’t worth telling. Of course, that isn’t true - everyone’s story is worth telling - but the mind is fickle, and needs work to mold into the right shape. I’ve spent a lot of time shaping my mind, and it has helped. You’d be surprised how malleable it is. That sounds ominous, but you get me.
At the end of the day, everything I do is based on a specific motivation. One that is hard to condense down into a single statement, but is perfectly defined within my story. My life.
I like telling my story. I like reflecting on my past stories. I like sharing my story with others.
And if my story makes people smile, feel understood, understand themselves, or help in any other way.
Then no matter the people. No matter how many.
I am happy with my legacy.