Life can be compared to a book.
In this book, we can’t skip chapters or reread the ones we like. We can’t tear out pages or go back. There are paragraphs we wish we’d never read. But we can’t skip them. Nor can we know what’s written there before we read them.
We shouldn’t try to read the book too quickly, or too slowly.
The story is constantly being written, and in a way, we can influence what appears in it or what might shape its direction.
The characters who inhabit it sometimes cease to be part of it, and we would so much like to meet them again or deepen our understanding of them, and at other times darker characters end up leaving a greater mark on a particular chapter that is especially long and tedious.
We shouldn’t try to know the ending of our book’s story. For once we reach the last page of that unique book, of each person’s story, there will be no more time for us to glimpse even one more page.
Image by Calua from Pixabay
Original text written by @xrayman in Portuguese and translated with DeepL.com (free version)
