Each year of life is a chapter in the book I am slowly writing. I live the words of my story each day and I follow the path of my own plot. The characters in my story are my friends, my relatives, and my enemies. They make my story interesting; they bore me to tears.
If I could begin each year with an unanswered question and end the last of those 12 months with a daring resolution my book would be a real page-turner. But I don't want to manufacture drama and conflict. I don't want to pretend to be more than I am.
To aspire to grow, to increase one's innate sense of self and being, these are the ambitions of a truly living being, a soul in search of a greater destiny. As I write this story I find myself enraptured in its critical twists and adversities, the unexpected turns of fate that challenge me to do more than I had planned.
For now I am midway through the story -- but perhaps I am really only in the early chapters. Maybe I am nearing the end of the book and I don't realize it. All I know is that I must write the tale as if there are another 50 chapters to go, such that my story remains interesting and compelling; but not knowing where the last page is, I should also write the story so that if it ends now it seems complete.
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