Life
Life is a book.
And it doesn’t really matter which title you will give. It’s a book that you write your own story. It’s a book that you know the title only when you finish writing this story.
And what is really your story? What do you want to write in this book? Which chapters do you want to be full of passion and which ones with action. You are the writer and the storyteller. You choose your destiny and the story, the size of the book and effort you put in writing it.
The obstacles of the characters, the learnings, the foolish things you did and the fun you will always remember. The foolish nights and the nice mornings that you challenged yourself. That you did something new that you were scared. Something that you always had in distance but now it’s a piece of you. That you are not scared anymore of it but you now enjoy it. Pushing your limits and breaking your fears, that in the safety of your family your own have created, setting your own mind’s barriers.
To the rebels that defied what was ordinary and to the moving ones who calmed down to learn a different side of life. A new learning each day, totally different. To the relationship that was not working and you made the courage to break free from it and to the ones that worth the effort to chase. To the introverts who learn to laugh with strangers, completely naturally.
Who are you? Are you there? Living the life as a pilot or as a passenger? Are you there to fight for your dreams, your goals, your passions? Are you there to be humiliated, loved and have fun? Are you there to live your life as you want to be “one day” today? Are you feeling your limits? Are you patient enough to break these limits? Are you ready to pass your mind and body over your past experiences and your barriers? To try again and again. To fail, to learn, to be present and enjoy every second?
This is your life. This is my life. Exposed, with passion, ups and downs and hell lot of fun.
This is your book, your story. And you write every single page on it.
