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Thursday, August 21, 2014

Stories with no end

To finish the story
I'd like to finish the story
But I can't
Because you see
My darling reader
There is no end to this story
Life is too complicated to bind
Between the two pages of a hardcover
The eternal conflict of a writer
And an idealist
There are so many things that can go wrong
So many blunders, wrong turns in the road, mistaken nights, ripping our own heart and handing it over to someone who is bleeding just the same
I don't know what pushes us to do what we do. What is the reason behind climbing a mountain and taking one more drink.
I have vague ideas and scars that I am no longer ashamed to show
But not even I can tell you with clarity what caused them. 
Much less what others feel at the moment when the pain is deepest.
Yes, there is so much that can go wrong in this self-penned story
But there is so much that can go right.
Smiles and flowers and unexpected rains.
Frozen coffees with old friends, old school mates, old bosses and firm handshakes with new ones. 
There are dreams that come true, people who come and band aid our heart.
How do pick up the right pieces? 
So you see, I can't finish the story.
I don't know how to.
I don't know where the main character goes I don't know if they survive.
I don't know when thunder will strike or when April showers will calm the storm.
My story continues
Every story continues
Now and long before our time
Everytime someone murmurs our name
In every rose bush we planted and every seed we sowed.
That is how it is meant to be
Stories
And stories
Without end

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