If only only my life was like a book, so that I could write out what I want, edit out what doesn’t make sense, and rip out the pages that I don’t want to remember. I would read ahead through the chapters to know what choices to make and skip to end to see if everything will work out. If it doesn’t work out in the end I would write another book to create a happy ending and even a second book if its what it takes to make myself happy. Life would be more simple if we could control it but that’s not how life works. Life is not a fairytale but we can make it our novel.
Life, a Book
April 28, 2011