Why is it that the only people whose stories get told are the rich and famous? What about the people who aren’t famous? Where are their stories, who’s writing them? I want to hear about those stories and the moments within them. From the small insignificant ones, which may not seem like much but without them we would not be the person we are now, to the big life-changing ones which play a major role in the decisions we make every day. Not everyone is going to be known by the world, but everyone has a story. And when we find these stories, we can feel less alone. Someone needs to tell those stories. For the people in them to be remembered. For the people who need to know that there is or was someone who went through the same thing. For the people who need some form of hope that there is a chance for healing. For the people of the future to look back on and see that we’re not all that different. For the people who need to see that sometimes life can be uneventful, and that's okay. For the people who need to see that it’s alright to exist and just be a person without being considered “gifted” by the world. We need these stories for people. They reflect our own humanity within them back to us. I want to hear the voices of the world from every walk of life because there’s something beautiful about how everyone can have such different and yet similar experiences at the same time. Each place you go, every object you see holds some sort of significance to someone else. It’s all woven into another’s tale. And I think it’s so amazing to know that it’s even possible for that to happen. It’s utterly terrifying to think about how many people’s chronicles have gone untold because they lacked importance to the recorders of time or have been lost. And it’s even more horrifying to think that the people I care about, and I may all very well fall victim to this same fate as well one day. I want to write about them so that even if I can’t be remembered years down the line, they will forever be memorialized through ink and paper. Through photographs and trinkets. Even if just one person cares enough to collect these things and learn about them in the future, I think I'd be happy. And I hope to be that person for someone else of the past, a collector of life if you will. It’s a special thing to be able to feel another’s joy, their sadness, maybe even a collision of emotions they experienced, just from reading about it or seeing pictures/videos of them. It could be a complete stranger and yet you can feel so connected simply because you’re both people who have felt the same emotions before. To know you’re not alone is the most wonderful feeling of all.