Life is a paper.

I picture life as a huge white sheet of paper, the paper resembles the never ending possibilities this life holds, what can fit on that paper is like the mystery of not knowing how much time we have left. The wrighting that falls onto that paper, is our freewill, we can write anything we want on our paper and it will fall into place, even if the spelling is a bit off or even unreadable.(which could resemble weather or not we have regrets) But the beauty is that what gets written, is in pen there is no eraser, there's only more blank space to write the next sentence even better then the last to make up for what you want to erase, And that could be a good thing sometimes, because sometimes in our life, we wish to erase things a lot, But like our paper, if we go back in time to read over what we wrote, we might be glad that we never erased it after all.

Sometimes we want to put the pen down and not write for awhile, but the problem is, even if we put the pen down, the space will still be lost, if you follow? Sometimes the ink can flow out of the pen so perfectly and the words will fall together like a puzzle you thought you could never solve, and other times you will be so frustrated by the way all these letters tend to scramble on the page, feeling like it's almost impossible to put them together. And other people will come along, you'll notice how much space they take up on your paper, and sometimes you'll want that, other times you will feel like your running out of space for your own writing. Sometimes, they'll make it even harder to find the words to write, makes it even harder for the ink to flow.

Sometimes, there will be people who read your page and place judgement, even though you have no eraser, and couldn't have ever erased the things you don't other people to see, it will always be there, for people to see, and they will read it, and judge you by those mistakes you have made. Sometimes, you will hand your paper to someone else with pride, thinking they will admire you, and you will be suprised by the way they rip your paper in half. There are some people who will change the whole subject of there paper in order to make someone like what they wrote down. But the only way you will ever enjoy your paper, when all the space is faded out, and your pen no longer works, is to never lose your subject, never change your subject and to keep the subject strong through out the paper. Because, when you write, it comes from the heart, and flows through you so purely, and when it comes out on this white empty space, nothing feels better then to let the power of your heart, gather the thoughts from your mind and be SHINE so bright all over this white sheet of paper, i like to call LIFE.