Life is a book. You can’t judge it by it’s cover, because a glitzy, eye-catching front can behold a dull story just as easily as inconspicuous binding can hold together an enchantingly beautiful plot line.
The story might include some unexpected surprises. Perhaps the hero charges forward to protect his mates, but trips and falls on his face before he even has a chance to swing at the monsters. Maybe the princess will lean her face in for her first tender kiss, only to find out that her knight in shining armor is actually in a long-term, committed relationship with a girl who can destroy him in battle better than anyone. It’s even possible that the teenage drug addict who’s always bumming around school is actually just a genius with a bad case of ennui.
It may have sadness included in it’s numerous pages: the grip of wars being fought, the unfairness of death, the tragedy of star-crossed love. There are times where the book will build us up so much that we willingly give our hearts to it, expecting for everything to turn out alright. But sometimes things don’t come out the way they should.
Maybe the antagonist wins.
Maybe a character dies.
Maybe there is no happy ending, and we’re left with empty hands and a hollow heart; lost eyes staring after the too-bright truth.
But there are still people out there who believe failure will always lead up to the climax. The plot line may bumpy, jumbled and filled with complications, and there might be times where you feel like you just can’t handle it anymore, but miraculously the knots come undone, the problems are resolved, and you find yourself living out your Happily Ever After in a dreamlike daze; marveling at the sun’s glorious habit of rising every morning.
Unfortunately, this book isn’t always fair or straightforward, and it doesn’t go on forever – the protagonists of this world don’t have nearly enough time to complete their journeys. But there are those who understand that while all things must come to an end, you can always write a sequel.
We are still young – barely past the antecedent action. As such, a few of us have yet to realize that we are as much the authors of this book as we are the readers. Every day is another page in a finite set of chapters, for we are writing the story of our lives.Check out my friend’s wonderfully candid and enlightening response, “Life is not a Book“. It’s awesome to have opposite views on a subject, because then you’re able to see both sides of the matter. So, my thanks are to her for providing such a great written contrast.