The making of who we are, up to today, are pages in our book of life.  Moments in time, etched forever in our minds.  Or so we think.  Some words, paragraphs, even pages seem to be missing.  Some we remember to rip out, others we forget ever existed.  Pages so painful, they crush our souls under the weight of the ocean.  We lock them away, behind the chained up doors in the hallways of our minds. Sometimes they seem to find their way back in the book and we cant help but reread them.   Like a spell, they bring about dark clouds of fear and anger.  It's the pages in between we must look to for strength though.  For they hold the stories of conquest and courage.  Of the times we picked ourselves up, and pushed forward into the unknown.  Of life, love, and loss.  Stories that make us who we truly are.  No book is truly complete without dark moments.  Where the hero thought all hope was lost.  Yet found the strength to take just one more step, then another.  That's what we all must.......

.....strive to be and realize what we have been, our own hero.  Lost, without hope at times, but never defeated.  We must make each page in our book count, whether in good times or bad.  By looking to the past, we know we can overcome adversity.  But dwelling on the past pages drains the imagination and drive to write a new page, to make a new memory. Light your fire and shed the shadows of the past. Remember the mistakes, use them as ammo and put them in the clip of your gun and fire away when they seem to want to bring you down. You need to remember them, so not to make them again. But dont let them back in to bring you down. Use them. Dont let them use you.

This is fucking beautiful sir.

I was nervous as hell about posting it

oh you shouldn't have been, at all. This is an amazing extended metaphor.

You sir Bacon, you are a legend, good shit

Thanks everybody. Hopefully be in a book one day

This is good man. And honestly I needed to read something like this. It helps.

Bacon! You lived! And back with a flair.