Life is an unwritten book, and this book waits to be written by us every day. Some write it beautifully, some scribble in it, and others leave it blank, just white like that.
But what did I do with my book, did I write in it, scribble in it, or leave it blank? I have done only two things, I have scribbled in my book and then I left it blank, many pages left blank. Can you imagine what an awful book it is………..left blank, then some scribbles, but who has any interest in reading this book? No one, even I, when I turn back to look at it, cannot manage to open it. I cannot leaf through it, let alone read it… I am afraid to read it sometimes, such a book hurts me, I cannot read it. Imagine how much courage I have to show this book to someone else. Blank……………like my soul……….Scribbles like my life, like the events of my life………..No, I lied, there is also a beautifully written part, but it is very small, I could even say, it is only the cover of the book.
This book has been scribbled in, it was left blank too, it turned out however it turned out……but now what happened to it? I locked it in my heart, I placed it deep inside it, I did this because I cannot give it to someone else to read and give me their opinion, I cannot do such a thing, I am afraid that whoever reads it will run away out of fear, lest they become part of the scribbles and the emptiness.
Sometimes it hurts me, it even kills me, the fact that I did not know how to write my book beautifully. But I have a fear inside me, it does not let me do this, I am afraid……….. I am afraid that after that beautiful sentence the scribbles will be more numerous and then I will not be able to anymore……….
I sometimes wonder at myself, why I have left my book blank and scribbled in, while I want the books of the people around me to be written beautifully. I want those pages where I am an integral part to be the most beautiful pages of the book. Strange, isn't it?? To live to make others have their books written more beautifully than yours, and even stranger that this is the thing that makes you feel good……………
To know me it is enough to read my writings; whether I feel good or bad, I like to express my feelings through writing. The most beautiful passion of my life.........