I like stories. I don’t think that’s any news to anyone who knows me or reads this blog, but stories are… small miracles to me. I connect with people through stories and disconnect from them just the same.

Stories, in all their shapes and sizes, make us what we are (beautiful name that guys behind the Science of Discworld use - Pan Narrans, or the storytelling chimpanzee) and more importantly, will make us what we will come to be. Whatever we may become, I am not worried when I see videos like this one up there and projects like StoryCorps. No matter what we do in the future, the real value of storytelling will not be lost and there will certainly be people (even just little babies, like in the video above) who recognize, sometimes almost instinctively, what is really worth telling and what is not.

I try to be a storyteller. Whatever fascinates me, whatever I really deem worth telling, I think it worth spreading it far and wide. Hence this blog, but there is always that question that keeps nagging me: is it enough?

Why do it anyway, in the sense of, what is there except the perfect joy of sharing stories with others and enjoying their laughter or the fact that they (willingly or unwillingly) know more than before? Immortality would be a good addition. :) I want to become famous for my stories, and as impossible as it sounds, I haven’t given up quite yet.