Life's a book...

I had a thought today as I took a break and lounged on my sofa reading. It's quite a simple one really. Our lives could be portrayed as a book. Some of them fairytales, others horror stories. Most romantic novels (if we had our own way). I started to think about this. How I actually subconsciously imagined my life like this.

I suppose it really hit me with an email from an old friend. A friend who had shared with me some...indiscretions. Neither of us proud of this, but at the time, well, we're only human. It seems to be that seeing my smiling mug may bring up memories of a time my friend wasn't and isn't proud of. The results being I won't be seeing this person over the Christmas break when I'm back home. This made me sad, it made me feel bad, and most of all, it made think. At the time I thought myself blameless to a certain extent and this simply isn't true. It does go to show that, all things affect your life in ways you never see from your current stand point.

Back to the topic. This is the end of a chapter of my life. I always read eagerly to the end of the chapter, and can't put the book down until I'm at the end of one. The problem with this is that I am so engrossed by this point I just want to keep reading on and on!!

So, my chapter with this person ends. I may occasionally flip back some pages to see what went wrong in this part of the story, my mistakes, to apply them to another chapter in my life. So, it's a sorta sad post today. I didn't intend it to be. I think it's basically me saying goodbye. At least for now. That's the best thing about my book. There are characters that weave in and out of my story at times. I wish this character nothing but a life of happiness and success. Maybe we'll meet up again later in the story and things will be different. But, of course, that depends on the plans of the author.

Anyway, Goodbye my friend. And, good luck. Until we meet again...