My perspective on .... everything

This is the title of my journal and a diary entry from the 22nd of July 2014. I think at that point I was flirting with the idea of publishing a book at one point in my life, despite not having particularly great writing skills. I still do not. So here is the entry of my 17-year-old self, it is a little bit rewritten to spare me from the embarrassment. 

My perspective on .... everything

People are like books. We just see the cover, we may read the title, the name of the author, and the introduction paragraph but we cannot fully understand the story and its plot unless we list and read every page of the book.

There are over seven billion people around the world, already 91 billion are dead but we would never be able to meet them again. The universe responds to us by giving us opportunities to meet a tiny fraction of people in our lifetime. Destiny makes each story cross another one and changes the direction of each path in any way and the story goes on.

There might be stories that are very similar, although none would be the same. Every single book was written in different conditions, unique to each book. Authors have an individual destination and departure point. Once everything is printed, inked, and marked forever on paper, it cannot be changed. You can always decide to keep on reading and make the decision of how the story is going to unravel.

Even if there was fate that predetermines our lives, there are certain things we get to choose in life. Whatever we are given, accept it and do your best with what you get. Life is too short to be wasted, and time is too precious.

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Fast forward, everything above was written a few years ago and it's been sitting in my draft section. Yes, procrastination is indeed my enemy to this day. I must say I'm glad to see some character development over the past nine years. I cannot believe I was 17 nine years ago. 

Just going to publish this as it is. 



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