I’ve been busy moving furniture, organizing things, and cleaning since yesterday evening and while I’ve accomplished a lot, I’m rather tired. I assembled a new bookshelf today and while doing so I remembered a post from my old blog about how people are like books with their own stories to tell…
People on Shelves (1/7/2013)
People on shelves. Sounds like a weird concept perhaps until you stop to consider that every person has a story and those stories are like books waiting to be read. Some such books have never been opened and some have been opened and closed many times. The stories within each of us are far more interesting than we may realize and filled with life lessons, secret meanings, footnotes, and reference materials. Even someone who has done the same exact thing for their entire lives has something important and interesting to tell because into even the most mundane existence, the world around us has a way of interjecting its own excitement.
Some people are eager to tell their story, and so they fling their pages wide and write the words in bold dark print. Others like to tell their story in a nice even tone and pace until some unexpected event jumps out of the pages suddenly making it a popup book. Still others are not so eager to have their stories read, so they are written in very faint ink with certain details omitted or changed to sound more appealing. The truth of the matter is that our story is our life, and as much as we might wish otherwise, we can’t go back and edit or change things because then that story is no longer us. Events have already happened, both good and bad, and our wisest course of action is to learn from them instead of living in regret or longing.
On these shelves of people/books there are numerous tomes that have been taken down, read and then put back on the shelf, perhaps even tucked behind other books so they are hidden out of sight. Some of these books feel that they deserve their fate and stay hidden in the shadows or atop a high out-of-reach shelf. The smarter and braver of these books push through, back to the front of the shelf or climb onto a lower shelf so they are again within reach. We all deserve to be read and accepted as we are and if we just hang in there and hold our place on the shelf, the right people will find us, read us, understand us, and add their own story to ours.