The Story Collector

by Evie Woods

A truly creative life demanded a kind of blind faith in signs, hints or nudges towards a certain direction, from which things would inevitably flow organically.

‘If we lose our stories,’ he wrote, ‘we lose ourselves.’

‘Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.’

You made your plans, but life had other ideas and somehow you had to make peace with that. Find the meaning in it and let it change you. Fighting to stay the same was the problem.

Life was like a great painting; if you only focused on one part, you would miss the full picture.