Life is filled with multiple chapters that capture the various seasons in life. Some have many colorful and vivid chapters, while some have just a few simple chapters. Just like a book, the various chapters tell of part of the story. To know of the full story, you just have to finish all the chapters of the book. However, it is not that simple to figure out the story of a person’s life for the process of writing the book is a long one.
Just like a book, the story of one’s life needs an author and the author is none other than the person whose life is being lived. A person writes his own destiny, with his own strokes, his own words and his own poetry. The beauty of this is that for every book that is being authored, none are the same. Each book carries the unique sequence of life stories that the author lives everyday. There are no edits, no re-writes and no reprints for the author’s words are the final unchanging truth. This causes the manuscript to be the final published work, which can lead to certain consequences.
One of such consequence is that the book can only be written once. The author’s pen of actions writes out the stories. Some choose to write a story of a deep romance that is filled with beautiful chapters of discovering, falling in and out of love. Some choose to write a tale of adventure with thrilling chapters of waking up in foreign lands and discovering new things everyday. Some end up writing a sad tragedy with chapters of gut wrenching despair. Some end up writing a comedy filled with chapters of laughter and joy. While some, the most desolate lot of all, waste their lives. Their pens never moved, their pages flipped without ever writing a word. These end up with a blank book with a blank page to start and a blank page as its end.
The pages of this book are white as the story has not been written yet. The only thing certain is that the author has the freedom to write his own story. Everyday he flips a new page and writes new lines to fill his story. Writes pages to complete chapters and completes chapters to finish his book. However, be warned that even if one does not fill the book with stories, the pages still turn on each new day.
As each new day beckons, the page is flipped. There lies a pristine new page for another word, another phrase, another sentence, another paragraph, another story to be written. We control what happens or what does not happen. We can fill the book with stories of compassion or excitement or waste it all away. We ultimately determine our destiny, what happens next.
(P/s: Somehow I am scared and intimidated by the person who drew this.)
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