Now that I'm thinking about stories at this very moment for a rather modestly small but new reason I came across a while ago, I remember what they say about you and me, that "isn't Life a story itself"? A grand story of many stories that we all carry, each his own....
And we go on weaving the story anew every single day as the moments that are to greet us, unfold before us. Words and thoughts add to the script that unravel the mystery of destiny as we come across each other living our own lives. Sad and happy, small and big - with these we give our story an entity that becomes its own, adding to every new page pictures and feelings - of Colours pale and bright, sounds in melody and in silence, happy smiles and sad tears.
The new pages never stop to unfold, with Hope for the 'morrow, yet desolate when sadness clouds your warm core of faith and fondness. We just go on scripting our own lives with what we are, what we did and what we will never be. It's actually in our own hands. Perhaps we all will accept that some day. It's all about waiting. We do. You and me.
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