Filling the Pages

An idea recently occurred to me - not a new idea to many, but original to me. The idea is this, that our lives are blank books and each day, we fill the pages in our own. Most probably cannot even recall the earliest pages of their stories, but they are there, now in the form of quiet laughter or tears echoing through the chasm of time. Moving forward, each day is a blank page, separate from the others and yet all part of the same story. As I write my own story - my own book of life - I want it to be an interesting one filled with both the laughter and tears that have made up my life. I do not know yet what genre it will be: tragedy, mystery, humor? Yet I am sure of one thing: that I must be the one filling the pages. For too long I have felt like a minor character in my own life story. It is time for that to change, for me to become an active participant in this fickle, unpredictable thing called life. Though I may be following a story already planned out for me, I do not know what it is, so each day I turn a blank page and start filling. Some things will be scratched out - mistakes are part of life just as they are part of the writing process, but the important thing is that the story progresses. At the end, make sure that you have written on the pages and left a legacy for someone else to read or follow or learn from. Life is a book. Start filling the pages.