Towards the end of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Hamiliton, George Washington muses:
“You have no control
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?
And when you’re gone, who remembers your name?
Who keeps your flame?
Who tells your story?”
As a kid who grew up as a storyteller, I readily get the power of narration. As someone who exemplifies for many the concept of resilience, I get the power of labels and categorization. Who tells our story determines how we are remembered or even if we are in our own story. It determines who the villains, victims and victors are.
Today is the Superbowl in the United States. Big parties, screams and cheers will abound. As well as many spilled drinks. Not many predicted the Rams vs the Bengals. The Rams Quarterback Matthew Stafford had been with Detroit for ten years and no superbowl ring. He noted at a press conference that he knew the media and the results of the game were about to write his story, his biography.
Again, one’s story and how one controls the narrative is important not only for future hall of fame discussions but also for one’s own well-being.