Life is like a book. It has many chapters. Each of our stories are unique and while they make have certain similarities with the stories of others, no two stories are the same. No matter the differences, each life has three basic parts: birth, life, and death.
We are all born. Some of us grow up and know our birth stories. We know how our parents met. We know where we were born, etc., etc. Certain parts of our birth story we would rather not get all the details for. While we are thankful that our parents had sex, another part of us would like to never think that our parents ever did....yuck. Who ever really wants to think about that?
We live our lives. Most of us go to school, but our experiences are greatly varied. If you are popular and have a lot of friends, you will have a different experience than someone who is picked on and has few friends. You may be very smart and not struggle academically or everything might seem tough.
Each part of our lives is written by different people. Our beginnings are written by our parents. The lives we live are written by the choices we make. Some people get married. Some people go to college and just focus on careers and sacrifice having a home life. Some people travel the world and see what is out there before deciding what or who they are to become. Our deaths are written about by those who remember us: our family, our friends, and some who are mere acquaintances.
Each of us has a unique story......and I just realized that I am rambling and repeating myself. Somehow some of this sounded much more brilliant in the car on my way home from work at 7 am. Hopefully I captured even a small amount of what I thought was brilliant so that I can write something better when I am a little more awake.
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