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.
Go.
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.
Stop.
I love this. I agree about our lives being stories. Theres a writer in everyone. Even people that never pick up a pen and can't read a book. I really agree with the point you made about our stories being connected and that sometimes we get to help write into "those we might not even see as important in our everyday lives, but we are all connected.". I have seen that true in my life so many times. When I've had the unexpected blossom into something beautiful when I decide to step into a minute of someone's story and offer some encouragement. I also have many times been the recipient and am forever amazed when someone who doesn't know me speaks truth to me that can only be personally revealed like that by a great and all knowing, mindful God. Sometimes we become the pen for those times when our closest ones can't write. We write love when they want to press delete and we come through to the other side. I'm so glad for those writers in my life. Beautiful post!
Hi Sabrina.
Thankyou for writing.
Love how you have captured life in the metaphor of a book. It reminds me a lot about Robert Frost's poem about the road less travelled and how life had a lot to do with how we choose _and that we need to keep turning pages.
But also how it is not always us who writes the stories. How there are contributing authors.
I think you have captured it well in five minutes. Would love to hear more of your thoughts about this.
Thankyou 🙂
Monica.
Monica,
Thank for reading and for your kind words. I have thought so much about how life is this book that we write. I always thought that families write their own love stories and how sometimes the story can get so scary, or sad, or boring. But with each passing day, we turn the page. We write on.