Lately I have been processing through digital archives and clutter. Inspired by a few examples around me, I decided to dig through the various archives of digital stuff that I have collected over the last decade and what I found astounded me.
In the midst of files and folders I found stories.
The story of growing up.
The story of family.
The story of faith.
The story of love found, lost, and then found again.
The story of dreams, failed and fulfilled.
The story of me.
These stories were buried. The chance that anyone would find them and share them with the people who ought to hear them was about the same chance that the Cubs have of winning the World Series (ed: those are really bad odds).
It would be a shame if these stories stayed buried deep in a virtual folder somewhere because they are the stories that help shape us and explain us, and like a good prequel, they go a long way in telling us about the backstory of who we are and where we might be headed.
So about that digital clutter. Dig through it. Spend some time “spring cleaning” your hard drives. You might be amazed at the faces, the memories, the stories that you find there. It might do you some good to let them be told too.