What is life

What is vitality? Is it a mystery? Is it an adventure? Is it a way to encourage some others? Or is it so brief comp ared to the rest of the time in the earth it has no meaning at completely? People have been inquire this for thousands of years, yet no one has found an answer. Many look for mingled ways to check life, yet the answer is so simple life is a make. Since the day the grooming was opened for the first time,and the author began writting the baloney every thought, action, and emotion that is experienced is written into the appropriate. Memory is just rereading the curb. well-nigh(a) pages torn, stuck unneurotic, smeared so we cant remember it as well, except it is all writtten d ingest. Every hope, every dream, every fear is recorded in time forever. round books have flashy, tacky covers, but arrange the roughly troublesome stories on the inside. Some have dull, nondescript covers, but tell the warmest, most adventurous stories that causes one to recall som e earlier chapter in ones own life. Every experience is a chapter. Some chapters chatter of friends and family, some speak of the most horrible fears and the most dreamed ab forth opes, and some tell of Love and Loss that the author experienced.Some chapters are not undone and will be completed at a later time. Some chapters are blurred, because not even the author knows what happened, or what he wishes would happen. And some chapters are blank pages, waiting to be filled. More than once, the author has wished he could go back a few pages and rewrite it differently, but alas, the book has already been published, and cannot be changed. As the book ages, it loses some of its shine, pages tear and fade, and the binding becomes loose.Some pages suddenly become so clear, you cant understand why you didnt see it in the first place, while others become so transparent that you cant even remember reading them. And after the book has become so old that it cant even be read or moved withou t falling apart, it is taken out of circulation and stored. non only in a physical place, but in citizenrys heart, those who loved the book as if it was their best friend. It is stored with every other book of every persons life back before humanity could even speak with more than grunts and body langauge. It is stored in the vast Library.As you look around this glorous library, the books stack higher than any mountain, and strech farther than any eye can see. And on every shelf are books, and in the center of the room are thousands of books open to different pages and chapters transcription the authors dictations from the start of the book until it is finished and published. And then at that place are the old books that are being called out of circulation, catalogued and stored. You r to each one out and begin reading one of the umpteen books. It is the life of your friend. You take post horse of how many times your own book overlaps with your riends book, and how similar th e stories are.As you read this book, you see the meaning of life, not what the stories are, or what the cover looks like, but how every book tells a different story and while many may overlap and share dreams, hopes, and fears, they each contain knowledge and together make up life. You see, you cant judge a book by its cover, nor can you judge a person by appearance, each complete with fears, dreams, joys, sorrows, memories, friends and familes. Together we all make up life, and our stories inspire others to win and to have the best story they can.