I thought I had left you asleep, yet here you are. Lay yourself down and slumber. I have so much life to live…

We all write a book where magic lies within the empty pages. Chapters of the past, long since written, build the foundation for the chapters to come. At times, we turn the pages back. It’s where re-live our story. Each time we flip backward, we wear the pages out. The more we linger, the more they trap us in the words.

I wish I had filled my chapters wisely. Instead, I was living among past pages. Weary, my pen was running out of ink. Twisted among the stories, I fell asleep in the tangled pages of my past, but I never felt rested. The following years were spent jumping between chapters. I’d write a few sentences, only to revisit old passages.

Still… there had to be more. I needed the pages in between to live on.

Others believed in me, but asleep, you can’t hear them call to you. It was then that I remembered, the Hero’s Journey. The one we all have. The hero had to create new chapters. Without them, there would be no story.

We all have a book. Our own story. We create the pages. We get to decide. Even when we are thrown into a plot twist, we still choose the narrative. It’s where our magic lies.

I’m still walking through pages. That will never end. But for now, my ink is laced with the magic of creation. I can be a hero, I just needed to wake up. Wide awake, I want to live for the pages in between.