Passively we sit, nothing but the next funny thing to happen, so we can laugh from it. Nothing but the next romance to fill our supposedly mundane lives. Are we so empty without the lives of others to fulfill us? Are we so worthless that we need to derive worth in ourselves from other people's lives? And did I really just reword the same question?
It is the basic unit of storytelling that enriches us: we can experience that which we could not have experienced otherwise. What we listen, read and watch tells us what kind of people we are. What we create tells us what kind of people we want to be, and if we create only gossip, then we strive only to be trivial.
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