I’ve been getting into some memoirs and autobiographies of late. Mostly footy ones, but there is something about reading another person’s story that instantly brings connection. It’s especially interesting when you read the story of someone who is maligned in their public life. The persona they (or the media) portray often gives way to the real story behind the story.
I’ve just finished reading Nathan Buckley’s autobiography All I Can Be and it’s been riveting. Obviously, if you’re not a football person you wouldn’t really care, nevertheless, reading the stories of a person’s life through their own words is always fascinating.
Autobiographies often reveal the difference between the reality of someone’s life and the bias we create when we look at them from afar. How do we really know what that person is like? How do we really know their story and reasons for what they do?
We don’t. Yet when someone tells their own story in their own words, we often discover a different person altogether.
And it’s not only with celebrities.
Our lives are a constant stream of autobiographical goodness everytime we upload a new photo on Insta or share something on Facebook. We are writing our story each and every day, and still, when it comes down to it, there would be a different slant on some things if we had the chance to write our memoir at the end of it all.
Behind everything we do in the social square, there are stories and tales that never get told. These are the stories that are the most interesting. It is the stories of growing up, of success and failure, of highs and lows, that really let others into the world in which we live.
Of course, we don’t need a public platform or even an autobiography for this to happen. We can share the details of our lives with a few select individuals and let them in on what’s really going on for us.
it’s here where the greatest reading and understanding occurs.
Share your life and your story, and write your autobiography in real time. Even put it down on paper.