Who will tell your
story? Who will give an accurate account of all the trials and
tribulations you have had to endure to get to the point that you’re at?
Are we ever in a position to write our own history or is that privilege
always bestowed to those whose voice reaches further than our own?
Hunters are heroes only because the hunted can’t speak. Their
voices are silenced; their opinions and gripes go unheard. To be without
a voice is an horrible plight, to not be able to communicate your thoughts,
feelings, wants, needs; to have to go through life and just take what is given,
without the ability to cry out. Hunters are heroes because they are the
ones with a story to tell, they are the ones that can shape and manipulate the
harsh truth of reality.
History serves to tell our tale with some level of perspective. I wonder what will it say about our life time, our era. Those who will be burdened with the privilege of giving the account of our life and times, how will they speak of our accomplishments, our gains, our shortcomings? For some of us our Lions tale may go unheard, quieted by the voices of those who have ascended to greater platforms. The only way to insure that your story is told is to make a mark on the lives of those around you. By making a difference in the lives of others you insure that your name and your story lives on, you make sure they "remember your name".
In this time of
blogs, social media, and internet we have more opportunity to speak then ever
better, our thoughts, words, and opinions can be voiced and heard with an immediacy
that none before us could imagine. But at what point does your voice just
get lumped in with the rest of the noise? With so many of us shouting
from the mountain top, has our voice become lost once again?
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