Now and again, like right now, I feel I am running on the spot. I watch all those around me reach the milestones and achieve all that I was expecting for myself. I don’t seem to be going anywhere.
I was 25, six years ago now, when I had my accident. I had a good house, a good job and I was happy. My life was just as I wanted it, on the path I had planned. That path took a drastic change in direction and the plan I had was over.
By now I would have been promoted at work, met a partner, been married, moved house and started a family, along with much more. I believe.
These major events would have been my bookmarks.
Life is a story, our own personal book and we place these bookmarks along the way. They are there to recognise the turning points in life. To allow us to trace back to that particular sentence, page or chapter of our book.
The bookmarks are placed at the moments of importance, our defining moments.
Over the last six years I haven’t placed any of the bookmarks I had planned but I have been busy creating new ones.
My book is still being written, day by day, albeit a very different book from that one I had planned.
I suppose that’s my point here, and it’s a very short one. It doesn’t matter what book we plan on writing, we need to accept when the plot changes.
What is really important are the bookmarks. Highlights and low points, these are the pages that make your book individual. The rest just fill in the gaps.
I am concentrating on making the right decisions, controlling as many defining moments as I can. The others, I need to hope that my story ends well.