When you look at a blank piece of paper, what do you see?
I see my life reflected back at me. Something that is blank, something that feels like it has not happened yet, something that is waiting to be started. The piece of paper is waiting for me to decide what to do with it. It is waiting for me to show its potential. Is it for artwork or journaling? Is it a fire starter or a paper airplane ready to travel the world? What I chose to do with that piece of paper is what I chose to do with my life. It is my potential, my future. But, it is so easy to sit here and stare at that blank piece of paper and wonder what to do with it. So easy… It is another to confidently pick up that piece of paper and do something with it and make it useful. I could sit here all day and wonder how to write this essay, or I could begin to write my thoughts. For some it is easy to pick up the pen of life and write their story. But for me I don’t want to mess-up a stroke, I don’t want to regret my past.
It is wrong of me. I should be courageous I should want to see the world! I do. I just don’t feel confident enough. But now is as good a time as any to start my story. Now is a good time to pick up my pen. Let life begin! I am a blank page ready to start my story. No longer will I try to preserve that blank page of my life, that life without meaning. I am going to take a risk with my pen; I am going to start my life!
I like that you use the piece of paper literally and figuratively. It is a good analogy to your life. The only way to really learn is to make mistakes, to mess up many strokes. This is a nice thoughtful piece. I like the questions.
ReplyDelete