At the start of our lives our parents have a vision for our life, we start off vulnerable (not intentionally), only because everything is new and we have to start off learning everything. Everything is done for us, we are fed, nappy changed, we're taught to talk and walk and then we branch out with (sometimes a little bit of help and sometimes we still need a lot of help).
Just like a book, our lives have a beginning, a middle and an end. Sometimes we get stuck on one page and just can't seem to finish the book. Sometimes the book doesn't interest us and we have to close that book and start again. Some books have great beginnings and sad endings. Some books have 'happily ever afters'. Some books we pick up and we're compelled to know how it finishes. some we read over and over again. The point I am trying to make here is that I closed a book last year and I opened another book (insert connotation). Some of the books I have opened has been a struggle to get through. Some of the events were exciting, some of them were happy, some funny, some sad and some were even damn frightening. In opening another book, I feel I have even entered a whole new library (again, insert connotation.) The library I am currently at is exciting but I don't know where it will take me. I don't know where it is going to take me. I keep reading the same line and very scared of turning the page but I know it has to be done if I am going to get through this particular book I am currently reading. With several 'books' on the go at the moment, I am struggling to work out which one to read now and which one to pick up next. It's tempting to go to the last page to find out where the book is going to go and how 'my story' will end. My future is not mine to see.
Que sera sera
People have come and gone out of my life and some people that stayed for a bit and then left have re-entered. Some people that re-entered, left again.
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