Iamthathero

I think I have an idea for everything. Everything has to go a certain way, and everything has a story to follow. I have a hundred ideas for stories, but few have plots or ends. So how do you tell a story that has no end and definitely has no determined road to walk down? Do you tell the story anyway or do you merely wait until the universe grants it sustenance? 
On top of it all, what if a story is not everything it is supposed to be? Do you scrap it, or do you hope that someone out there will appreciate it for its potential?
The world continues to turn because somewhere a story is being told. Do we aid the world's existence in writing our own? Or is the world merely the combined substance of our tales? So do we continue to write? Do we continue to dream? Is a life merely a bunch of stories with no determined end and makeshift paths in foreign grounds?
Does it matter if the story is told?