Everyday is new and exciting; we spend half of our waking hours producing stories, and busy in other people's creation on the other half.
I found a beetle biting its stories into different sizes and shapes of holes in a leaf. We have imitated by burning pits and lands into a CD.
We pass on our stories. These are then facts, fictions, myths or legends, but those belong to a beetle are swallowed and owned only by itself; not recorded nor shared.
And we so keep bragging, as every day is new and exciting.