Stories spoke of others who had crossed to the other side long ago, but those celebrating the crossing day here on the shore didn’t dwell on these tales. They believed in their own experience, knowing they had to live this life for themselves. Living through the eyes of their ancestors was not enough; it lacked meaning.
@bytraceybureau I know exactly what you mean. I just force myself to continue with the narration (even if the unedited text seems...embarassing 😆). But yeah, keep telling yourself you'll get around to polishing it after you finish your chapter (or whatever number of words you set for yourself).