Story Telling
by Adam Rangihana

Story Telling

Stories help me make sense of the storm—turning random gusts of memory into something that makes meaning. And sometimes, they’re about choosing to believe in something brighter, even if the past has tried to steal that light.
At their core, stories hold survival. They’re ways we learn how to live, fall, and rise again. They’re gifts passed down in small moments—a song here, a whispered “you’ll be okay” there.
For me, stories are sacred because they carry life forward. Every one of us is a storyteller—whether we use words, art, action, or silence. We tell stories when we fight, when we heal, when we love, and when we mourn. Stories are how we stay connected, even when we’re drifting, even when we’re rebuilding after everything’s fallen apart.

What do stories Mean to Me..?

Stories are the threads that bind everything together. They’re not just entertainment or something you tell around a campfire—they’re navigation points. Like stars, they guide us when things get dark or when the way forward seems blurred by life’s chaos. Stories remind me of where I’ve been, who I am, and who I can become... what is my Vision to heal and overcome the many hurdles that life casts before me.
They’ve always carried weight for me—whether it was the quiet resilience in my mother’s laugh or a stranger’s ability to shine through hardship. They’re as much about truth as they are about possibility. In the hardest times, stories become maps. In the quiet, they become mirrors.

They remind me of my worth and my place in the wider world. Because when someone listens to your story—or when you tell it to yourself—it’s a reminder: You’re still here. You’re still standing.
That’s what stories mean to me.