We simply try to be the hero, often a tragic one, in the story of our own lives.
Some need a story written for them by others it seems. I am not sure whether to feel sorry for them, or be jealous.
You know, I enjoy discussions of this nature, and I've come to the opinion that historical fiction and myth or mythology are interchangeable terms or descriptions.
I think people place, "myth", in the context of ancient stories or events in our distant past, and those myths may be fact filled(still yet myth due to some elements).
Historical fiction is applied to relatively recent events or stories, but that historical fiction can be for all practical purposes be just as fact - less or fact filled as the most ancient myth.
I mean, just how long does it take for our collective "recent memory" or recollections concerning stories to head down the road to myth?
In some instances not too long I'd say, and in others, it seems people cling to them.
Sometimes it seems that the more fanciful or outlandish stories, we try to retain as being "possibly true", than the more believable stories.