Life is like a story.
It is a blank book waiting to be written in.
It waits upon us to write the stories of our lives on the pages.

Each sunrise and each sunset turns the pages of time forward
to start a new day where we can move
every action in the world bares a consequence
but we must move on with our lives or we might drown

Each day we hear the birds sing and the kettle whistle
but do we ever stop? No

We continue the story of our lives until the resolution is found.
But the truth is that it never ends


Death is only the next great adventure my friend