Life : the written memories

By : keishara Azhari

I imagined life as a book. Every second that passes by, is another word, another sentence. Pages are formed by events that occurred as time goes by. The accident that happens, brought plots that’s easy to remember.

Our first steps, our first words and our first everything. are kept sealed in the first chapters of our lives. Such as books, the farther you read, the more you understand.

We wrote our own stories by the decisions we made, by the mistakes that we went through. Either it brought joy or sadness to our continuous plots.

The people we met and engaged to, are characters that we brought up, that each had their own stories to tell. Some became our mentors and some became our stepping stones to a better us.

The journey that we’re bound to go through is fascinating yet complicated. The surprise that we got from many new experiences, new feelings, new understandings.

Life’s more than just waking up and doing chores, or going to work and getting paid. Life is where you explore and learn the possibility of feelings, and un predictable futures.

Connections that we made, with hundreds of living souls, are something that kept us going. The never ending possibilities of life, the uncertainty that brought curiosity. Curiosity that brought new founding and inventions that moved humanity to the next step.

Every word we’ve said, every action we took, brought us to another chapter. As time goes by, the further we go, the closer we get to the end of our book. The happily ever after.

That is where we gamble. Either we write another book or we seal our pen then let the universe take care of whatever happens next.