Turn The Page

The shuffle of paper.
A book is opened to the current chapter.
A bookmark is pulled out of the way.
Silence reigns again.

A minute passes, a page turns.
An hour goes by, a page turns.
A week runs past, a page turns.
A month elapses, a page turns.

Before you know it, a year is gone. Life has shifted. Pages have turned. Events have happened. The world has turned about the sun. People have come and gone. Lights have turned on and off. Doors have opened and closed. Snow, rain, flowers, leaves. Sun, moon, light, dark. Everything has changed, yet everything has remained just the same as it was a year ago.

When did this all happen?
How did we end up here?
What led us to the present?
How could we have missed everything?
Did life really happen?
Have we really done all that?

Turn the page.

The words escaped the mind, but the book wouldn't turn back. Where did they go? Why won't it go back? Life is about racing down a path, running into the distance, and trying to catch everything in the surroundings as it flies past. There's no way to stop running. It's like one of those conveyor belts that moves so quickly that there's no controlling it.

That path, the conveyor belt, is called time. It carries people along, shifts lives, alters existences. There's no turning it back. The only thing to do is to grasp at what is going by, to make the most of each passing moment, to not let any of it go to waste.

So smile, laugh, talk, listen, play, enjoy. That's the only way to live life. Because that way, looking back is pleasant rather than painful. Nothing can be done about the fact that the page will once again be turned and that time can never be returned. To make up for that, all that has to be done is making the most of everything that happens.

This is life. Take what it gives. Make the most of everything. Live, laugh, love, learn.