All The Different Chapters
Someone once told me that life is supposed to be more than a sum of its pieces. I am having trouble seeing the whole thing, life has always been too divided to make any connection between all the different parts. As I grow older, it’s getting more and more differentiated, so much that I forget about the beginning and wonder if I’m still in the same book. It seems to me that everything is changing as I go through different chapters, the story, the characters, the mood…everything! Almost like the only thing that always stays and never changes is myself. Or is even that true?
It’s sad to think that, at one point in time, all this I’m going through right now will stay in the past, including the story and all its characters. In the end, there will be so many chapters that it will be hard to sum them up into something meaningful. Or is there a bigger picture at all?
Someone once told me I am not supposed to mix social circles. And really, who wants to see the same old characters in a new, completely different story, interfering with all the new characters, right? Those chapters are meant to stay separated, cause each had its own conclusion.
I don’t like the endings, conclusions always make me sad, and some chapters are too short to enjoy them especially when you know that they will certainly end, it’s a just a matter of time. Sometimes I feel like bringing the old chapters back. Sometimes I feel like making a new story with the old characters. Sometimes I just feel a need to connect everything and make it more meaningful that way, even though I know it can never work out. I still try, sometimes, but life stays nothing more than a sum of all the different pieces…