Stories

I used to believe that life was a journey, a road to be traveled. It's a popular concept. But try as I might, I could never quite see the direction of the road in front of me, it seemed to wind on and on endlessly into the horizon. Looking behind me, the past seemed to smear together in a large blur. Needless to say, I felt 'lost' for a very long time, and I felt like I wasn't 'moving' at all. 

At one point, I described myself as a 'Zax' from a Dr. Suess story, stuck in a position refusing to move, while the world moved around me. I felt like I wasn't changing or progressing at all. Of course, that was not true. I woke up one morning, looked around, and thought to myself  "How in the hell did I get here? And who are you?"

I've always liked books. Stories. The way they change from chapter to chapter, with unexpected events and new encounters, the ending is never what you expect at the beginning. Unpredictable with a mind of its own. Much like life. 

So I've come to the conclusion that life is a story. It has many chapters, some much shorter than others. As we go through chapters, sometimes you just aren't ready for a chapter to end, you want to stay in that moment as long as possible, but you have to let go to truly move on to the next.

I've always had trouble letting go. I've realized that it's not a long, dusty, unchanging road I'm struggling to get down, I'm stuck in a revolving plot at the end of a chapter. To move on, I must let go....