diary of life

God made the paper, I hold the pen.

it is my choice to fill this diary with happiness or regrets.

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every single day of the past has been jotted down as a legacy of my lifestyle;

every single day of the future lies in my hands as the penholder.

external circumstances might affect how I write.

several pages are rough due to circumstances not within my ability.

other people might influence my writing to be in a different colour; a different perspective.

some people will leave a permanent pen mark on my papers.

others leave pen marks that fade in time.

and when the time comes the future pages will tear, when God decides it is the end.

If there was an eraser, I would erase entries of the past.

but no eraser exists for the diary of life.

I can only bookmark pages and ensure mistakes are not repeated in the future.

I can only flip through and reminisce on the memories.

no adding on or cancelling off words written.

time is the essential limit to my pages.

so when my future pages finally tear;

can I put my pen down with the satisfaction of living life to the fullest?

I hold my pen for only once in this lifetime.

will I have written entries that make an actual difference?

no, its not easy writing each page and reflecting on the consequences.

throughout, regrets will remain.

losses and heartbreaks overwhelming.

and if there was a handbook to guide my every step of life, I'd buy it.

but through each jot down of dissapointment, the future pages are filled with courage, strength;

to grow with experience and learn to live with the consequences.

before the fateful day of the end,

I would like to say that I have discovered a meaning to this diary.

I would like to smile genuinely with no remorse at the entries I have written for my lifetime.

in the meantime I'll continue filling in the pages

day by

day by

day.

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each new page is an adventure.

every diary is a life story worth reading.