OF BOOKS AND LIFE

No matter how fascinating a page of a book may be,

you eventually have to flip it. And like the day and the night

do a relay race, so do we finish chapters, one page at a time.

and as the mind sinks  into the pages, and we cease to see reality

and create our own world through sight, we flip the pages still.

As the clock steadily ticks and seconds pass by in uniformity, we start to imagine how the book will end.

We craft unfathomable illusions, delusion, visions that only our mind’s eye can digest.

But little do we know what the author has placed at the end of it all.

But as pages get more interesting, we flip them even faster, eager to see what’s on the next.

We never dwell on a page as that would be stagnation, mental constipation that no laxatives can fix.

Our lives are like a book.

No matter how interesting a page may be, we eventually have to flip it

To understand it we have to read very carefully

We have to learn how to let go of pages so we can finish the book, one chapter at a time

If you dwell on a page, you never read the whole story

But like all goods books,

Even if the essence of novelty is stripped from them and dust builds a home between its pages as it lies untouched on the old wooden shelf, the pages inside remain cherished throughout times.

So flip the pages of your life to the very last

For chapter may mesmerize, confuse, surprise and vivify while the sand keeps trickling in the hour-glass

They will eventually come to pass