A story is told; it has a beginning, a middle where the adventures occur, and an end.
This is where the story ends, right? No, the story doesn’t end here; a story never really ends at all. When we read or hear a story and we come to a pause or a break we may be at the end of a segment but we never really get to the end of the whole saga. Whether we know it or not the characters keep on writing more of their story, maybe not the part of the story we’re familiar with, but their own story none-the-less.
They may not wish us to come along with them during more of their story or, and this is much more likely, they may not be taking us into consideration at all. And why should they? We all have our own stories to play out and reading and hearing of others is at most a pleasure and small vacation from our own lives. When we’re living our lives we really don’t know or care if someone may be reading our story. Sometimes we can get ideas, or find a dream or a goal, or make a personal decision as the result of reading a story, but this is still a side-note to our own story. While we live we must, and of necessity do, live out our own plot with our own joys and sorrows and with the characters we choose to share our story with. I can’t see the end of my story, can you see yours?