The world isn’t just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no? Doesn’t that make life a story?” ― Yann Martel, Life of Pi

I am doing a lot of extended thinking these days. It’s wildly unnerving yet equally exciting. In my thinking I am coming to understand that life is a series of realizations. Whenever it feels like I’ve exhausted epiphanies or run the gamut on experiences I stumble upon new challenges or lessons that render me humble and hungry for more depth and discovery.

I am by definition an overthinker. I spend hours getting lost in scenarios. Through envisioning, predicting, revisiting, and restarting, I cover the bases in the thought game. But as fun as it is to think, I live to understand. For as long as I can remember, I’ve pursued possibilities solely to comprehend people and things better.

I think this makes sense for a self-proclaimed fika fanatic like myself. I am by nature focused on connection. In all of my conversations and writings I am able to trace the moment where I feel most awoken and aware. It lives within the unearthing of understanding.

When we step outside of ourselves to understand others we are undeniably changed. Our stories change too.

The problem lies in our time. We’re forever focused on doing so thinking and understanding become labeled as luxuries rather than necessities.

But what if we reclaimed or demanded time for thinking and understanding? And what if we used literature to catalpult ourselves into new directions and dreams?

Enter the short story society.  Consider the possibilities. It’s coming soon.