03/09/2026
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about why story matters.
Story is how history travels.
Before we had books, databases, and cloud storage, we had stories.
Stories carried traditions.
Stories carried warnings.
Stories carried wisdom.
And somehow they worked better than a list of facts ever could.
Because a story has rhythm.
A story has people.
A story has emotion.
When you hear a story, you don’t just learn something.
You step inside it.
You feel the fear, the anticipation, the laughter, the relief.
You remember the moment the hero almost gave up.
You remember what happened next.
And because you felt it, you remember it.
Stories also do something else that’s harder to explain.
They help us remember ourselves.
One story leads to another.
A childhood moment.
A family tradition.
Something a grandparent used to say.
A version of someone we loved when they were younger.
Stories connect the pieces of our lives in ways facts never could.
They remind us that we’re part of something bigger.
A family.
A history.
A shared experience.
And maybe that’s the real magic of story.
It doesn’t just tell us what happened.
It helps us feel like we belong to it.
