My World: Chapter One

There are many chapters of my life. Like, book-chapters chapters. Oh. It would've been nice if there's actually a Book of Life or something. Like a Record For Living, or a Massive Documentation of Events kind of thing for everyone. Wherein you could actually scan back to the things where you really have the urge to experience once again. Or you could just simply rip off the pages of your worst nightmares and mistakes. Or you could just reread and reread anything that made up your entire life. Well, that would've been deja vu all day for everyone. But seriously. Having to read up what happened to you a whole lifetime ago would've been amazing.

That's why I quite liked our daily routine of having to write up in our Journal notebook before. It just has that ability to creep into you like a loose vein finding it's way into the sunlight. It has the ability to make you smile and chuckle, to soothe you, to help you reminisce. It was just plainly awesome. But it's a bit too different to my assumption of the "Book Of Life" thing. In what composes my imagination, the Book Of Life would literally contain what actually happened to you in a certain second of an hour of a day. Like, accuracy-is-a-must is actually a kind of motto in that book. Plus, that book helps you to add up a little spark to your imagining skills. Because eventually, it doesn't contain pictures. So it's up to you to picture out what literally happened to you at a certain event of your life. I just like books with no pictures. Make sense? 

Anyway, since I really have no idea where this is going, I suppose I could just end here. I was supposed to write "Dancing is one of the many chapters of my life" as the first sentence. Seriously. But I don't know how in the world I got to talking about books and events and stuff. Oh well, I just had the thought. I guess Chapter Two would come next. Ü 

Chapter 1                                                          My World