Chapter 1
If this world is a library, my life is a book, kept in a dusty corner where no one will ever look. And since I have nothing better to do, I turn back the pages to see what all I’ve done.
Some of the pages were really fun, but in most of them, I was always on the run. There were some pages that I can never forget, these were mostly the pages of regret.
I tried but couldn’t erase the things that went wrong. I couldn’t tear apart those pages, the glue was too strong.
Now, there’s no use cribbing over the past —I should instead focus on my present, as the pages are flipping fast.
But this time, I won’t rush. I will relish every word I write with my brush.
And I know I’ll still make mistakes —just this time, they’ll be new. I’ll still have regrets, but I hope they’ll only be few.
There are millions of books in this library, so I don’t expect mine to be in glory. Nothing really matters as long as I enjoy my story.
And how many pages are left in my book? I have no clue. For now, my current page is empty —so my story shall continue...
