my Ring File of LifeSometimes I really wish that my life was a book. A really thick book where stories of my life are penned in. My adventures(or the lack of it), my bouts of nervous breakdowns, my victorious moments, periods of heartbreak, times when my temper likened me to MT. ETNA, my skeptic point of view on **cough**love**cough** or life, my ever-sarcastic tongue and other stuff.
But mainly, I want it to be a book is so that I could remove certain things in my life. Just like that. **snaps fingers**
The memories you wish to forget. The sequence of events you wished never happened that made you wish you could turn back time and do it all over. The people you wished you have never crossed paths with in the first place.
Just imagine. If our life was a book, we could just tear these pages out. The chapters of our lives which we want removed. Everyone could start with a clean slate. No one gets judged. No one has to live and carry around the burden of pain, heartbreak and disappointment. Everyone's book will begin with a ONCE UPON A TIME, filled with only joyous moments and ends with a HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
Ain't it just trippy?
But then again, maybe life as a book isn't such a fantastic idea. I mean, once we have torn those chapters of our lives out from the binds of the book, there are repercussions.
What if suddenly you decide that you do want those memories after all? Then what? You're going to re-live that moment again just so that memories is re-written again in your Book of Life?
What about those people whose existence you have decided to discard from your life? What if they are related to those whom you hold so close to your heart? How do you ensure that these people won't enter your life ever again? If they do, then what? You're going to rip away every single page that contains the name of the person?
Besides that, the ugly tear marks will be quite apparent, don't you think? Being the perfectionist that I am, if it was my Book of Life, I would have the friggin' urge to just throw it out the window or something. That would be highly impossible since it would mean throwing out my entire life existence, which means I would cease to exist. Then, in order to get a new book, I would have to be reborn, which requires the whole mating process again. Gahhhh!
And then, there's the spine of the book. With each page ripped out from the binds, the spine grows weaker. Should one day the spine gave way, all the pages of your life will be thrown into the wind. And you know what happens next? You will lose your sanity since your life is in pieces and all over the place. LITERALLY.
So, Book of Life. BAD CHOICE.
I have a proposition though. RING FILES! Every chapter of your life, each memory, encounters with each and every person, in clear folders and filed neatly. So whenever you want to remove something, or someone, from your life, all you have to do is just having to remove that particular clear folder. Should you want them back, just file it back in! Hah!
FANTABULOUS! :D
