The story of a story.


Once upon a time there was a little story.
She was a story without an ending,many had tried to find an ending fit for her, but to no avail.
Each person came and added a little bit of their stories to her...made her sad, made her happy, made her pensive, made her question things. She took a little bit of each of their stories and added to her own..and she left a little of hers with them.
Over time she grew, but she constantly had a feeling that she wasn't all her. That she was a little of them...all of them...and this made her sad and made her question whether she could ever truly be only herself.
Was she wrong in having a little bit of them..was she not unique anymore, was she just another copy?
She searched for her ending, for her finale, her reveal for years. And while she looked she encountered many other people who saw fit to add to her. Try as she may , some part of their stories always stuck, and she became bigger and older.
Then one day she was almost out of more pages to write on...and she wondered, I am almost there and I haven't found my big reveal yet.
Every one who had been part of this story came to meet her one last time. Their goodbyes filled up her last pages and then she was gone.
She eventually met her maker, and she asked her, what was the point...what was the point of my story? What was the purpose, my big reveal? 
Her maker replied.
"Your story".

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