Spiritual Forum

For the past few days, ive been having little moments of clarity, amongst all the crap going on.

Today, it came rushing to me and i wanted to write it down.

And the events of today, as in a few hrs ago, make it seem even more poignant to me.

As i was walking to my mums, to pick up my daughter, i was listening to my mp3, and i saw me in my minds eye, walking down the road listening to it, and again, in my minds eye, i also saw a book, every footstep i ever took, every word i spoke, every thought i ever had, all laid out in front of me, like a living breathing book of my life.

We all have this book, it is personal, it is a journal, a journey, no matter what we do, its personal to us.

I saw this, and i saw me, and i felt the 2 were linked, but not the same.

This me, is just writing the book, of my life, you are writing the book of your life too.

Imagine a library, so many shelves, so many books, so many words, each one as important as the other, none being left on the shelf.

Whatever i have done in my life, whatever decisions i have made, bad (yeah, ive made plenty of them!!!)

good, still trying ;p, whatever i have done, it is all down to me.

Whether i have been deceptive, or manipulative, or good and kind, or a liar or honest, at the end of the day, i have to sign as the author, its my name on the cover, and i own it.

We own our own lives, no-one else can write it for us!