People often think stories are something we consume. But I think they’re something we live. Long before we understand language, we inherit stories. And the first story isn’t a grandmother’s fairy tale. It’s our name. Before we know who we are, someone tells us where we came from, who our family is, what we celebrate, what we fear, and what we hope for. We don’t remember hearing those stories, but they quietly become the architecture of our identity. Every community is built the same way. A nation begins with a shared story. A company begins with a founding story. A movement begins with a story people choose to believe. Even…