someone once told me that "some people come in your life for one chapter and some stay for the whole story". whoever that was was a very wise person, but who they failed to mention were the people that come into your life as a sentence but leave an exclamation point.
there are those who come in for only a short time but teach you more than anyone could have taught u in all the pages of your life. it is those who, when they make you happy, sad, crushed, lifted, brought down, soaring, also teach you who you are. it may be a wake up call or a voicemail warning you of what to never again do in your future. there are many who for that moment make you more of a person then you could have ever thought to be.
this wise person also said that "if someone chooses to leave your life or someone hurts you then why would u care… its their choice. their loss". whether i agree entirely with this statement or not with my heart, my mind is in complete compliance with this statement. sometimes there are those who although you would like to keep in the leather bound covers that we shall call your life, they have for some reason been removed. whether the ink that carried out their names have run dry or they have been cut out of the plot there is no need for them to take up the capacity of your book. though these leather bound pages may seem like a novel it is but a short story. within this short story there is room for only those who are most important.
within these pages there are also colors. some of these pages are white as the day goes on simply as it should. while others are blue with excitement, green with hope, gold with richness, grey with fear,red with lust, or pink with love. but no matter what color the page is, the ink is always black with people that are permanent or mean the most to you at that time. whether the pages are a color that you love to see or that you can not stand to look at, that depends on the boldness of the type. in the times of trouble, the ink either grown bold with anger or italicizes with love.
but the most important thing that this wise person could have said was "then there's some people that you love so much that cant possibly be out of your life". and those are the people who's names are forever written in the pages, on every color of the pages, in bold and italicized, that can turn the color of one page o another and who can be the ones to determine the punctuation of each sentence. it as you read the past pages, chapters, paragraphs, and sentences that you see how each person has not only grown but has helped you to grow as well.
the wise one also mentioned siblings as an example but i feel as though there are many more. yes it is true that siblings will always be there. they are one of the few people that can never leave the leather bound pages unless something drastic happens but what about those who are closer than a brother? what about them? we are so used to using the words "kid brothers or sisters" but are they?
in my life personally there are many that have left such huge dent on the pages of each chapter that there is no way to make such pages spectators. i have never in my life noticed the importance of these people until the chapter that read college begins. it was after this chapter that the ink that you thought would be so dark soon begins to faint to an unreadable print. it was also in college where those who you thought would be paragraphs ended up having their own chapters in the publishing. there are many that i wish i could have called my siblings that i have closer than my real one, but there are also those that i wish i would have never even printed the words brother or sister near their names.
to those whose names i wish i never knew or that i wish i could blot out of these pages i just want you to know that you made me a stronger person and that i have learned a lot from your idleness and childish behavior. there are different names and types of people that are written down to give an example to the rest of the world of who to watch out for and not make the same mistakes that i have once made.
to those whose names are inked on not only these pages bound by leather but also engraved in my heart, those who i am lucky enough to be called siblings, there are certain pages that each name is written on, but on each of these pages there is a short story too deep to write with human words. thank you for making me who i am. for showing me who i am and in turn showing you who you are. there is an ink that can never be erased or can never run dry, and your names are written with such an ink. once again, thank you.
and finally, to the wise one, thank you! you have made so many exclamation points where there were once periods, and semicolons where there were once commas. many gray pages turned gold and many white pages turned grey, but there was always a name that was written on each of these pages that has helped me. so once again…. thank you!!
- inspired by the wise one… John Youssef
-SAY November 29, 2010 1:01 AM
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