Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on turn.
I often think of life, as a book.
We are all writing our own stories, and they are unfolding all around us.
Sometimes, we are in charge of the writing, we are deciding what the next chapter will be about.
And sometimes, we take a back seat and another author steps in to write for a bit.
I think of our story as the book of love.
I think of their story as a favorite children's book, being told by so many authors and narrators.
I think of how we write and rewrite, trying to get the context just so.
Rearranging the pages, trying to find the right ending, the next adventure around the corner.
I think of how we all have a say in our book, the book of others, the book of those we might not even see as important in our everyday lives, but we are all connected.
I think of how short lived it all is, how fleeting time is and how if you're not careful your ending will not be as you would like.
I think of how much time we put into writing perfection, but how messy it all is.
How much ink we all get on our hands, how tired our eyes are, how there are days, you want the words to stop and the quiet to wrap you up like a warm blanket.
I think of how each chapter comes with it's own title, it's own end.
And how we always have to turn the page.