Memories. Those thoughts in our minds we strive day by day to remember, yet strive even harder to forget. Sometimes, I wish we could pause a memory worth keeping and fast forward a memory that is easier to be forgotten. I remember my childhood as though it happened just yesterday. It is those moments in between I have such a difficult time keeping up with. Maybe it is our unforgettable memories that make this life worth living. Maybe, it is the idea of making a new memory. Either way, life has its moments.

  I tend to think of life as a storybook. We have our beginning chapters where everything seems so simple, so carefree. Then, there are those chapters in between. The chapters where we are faced with our many challenges. It seems like we overcome one obstacle, only to be tossed yet another one. Those are the learning chapters. Our lessons in life. We will all eventually come to our final chapter. It is up to us how our story will end. Will we strive hard to become a person worth remembering? Will we be forgotten because someone who ended their chapter after us was more successful at writing his or her storybook?

  Sometimes, I think my life is one huge circle. I go around and around, only to end right back at the beginning. I am one of those persons who is almost always asking the unanswerable questions. Why is the sky blue? Why is the grass green? Why are curtains called curtains? I am always asking and not seeking the answers. My life is like a comic strip in the Sundays paper, only everything seems to be in black and white instead of bold, vibrant colors. I am an inquisitive person. Either that, or I am just plain nosey. All I know, is that if this life we are living is a test, I am definately failing.

We are all different. No one person is the same. That is what makes us unique. If we were all the same, this llife would be dull and bland. If we were all perfect, there would be no reason for life lessons. We were made to make mistakes. That is how we learn. Everyday we are in a classroom. Learning from one another. Teaching one another the meaning for life.

There are alot of books in this world with different opinions on life. I do not read them. I do not think that we can learn to live life by reading the way someone else lives theirs. I think directions are within us, individually. A roadmap perhaps. I plan to continue my journey the same as I have. I cannot change the past. I cannot predict the future. I can, however, live in the present. I can live the best way I know how and hope for a better tomorow. Hope is what I have. Hope, faith…be it as it may. I will continue writing my storybook. Along the way, if I run into the hidden map, I will share my findings with all. Until then, live life. Be happy. Be giving and love one another. Life is our treasure. Life is our priceless gem.