The book of our life opened when we were born…from that moment everything we experience…every adventure we ever take or took…are faithfully transcribed upon the pages of that book.
Meaning every day we are alive…every day we age…whether we realize it or not…we’ve written another page.
I’ve often wondered if that’s the reason why we fall asleep at night…to give our heart a chance to think our mind a chance do dream…and our brain a chance to write.
Of course it is our parents who begin the writing…until such time we’ve grown…
old enough to pick up the pen…and begin writing on our own.
We meet so many different people in our life…literally…everywhere we look…which means we will find them mentioned…in the pages of our book.
Some will be a footnote…perhaps in only one sentence they appear…
crossing our path momentarily…and then they disappear.
Others will linger in the pages of our book…their influence reaching far…
for not only do they help to write our story…they help determine who we are.
Some of our pages will be filled with losses…some…will be filled with wins.
This page may be the end a chapter…while on this page…one begins.
Every page we’ve ever written once the ink has dried is there for us to see…as each chapter, each page, each paragraph each sentence…becomes a memory.
And though we cannot rewrite the past…we do control the pen
which means each day when we rise…we begin to write again.…
Adding another chapter to our story…recording all life’s stages…
Hoping when it’s time to close our book…
we’ll be happy with what we’ve written on its pages.
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