The only reason I keep on living, I am living to fill this book with fantastical adventures. Seventeen different chapters, each chapter filled with more pages of memories than the last. Seventeen special memories that are filled in my own pages. Seventeen hopes and dreams still unknown to the character who doesn’t know if they will be fulfilled. From the light of the dim lamp, the words never seen to stop and continue the writing of my story.
My words are my experience, They transfer people into my mind, They understand my joys and miseries as I continue on in my life between the choices I have to make. This is how I live.
Let no one forget my living story, that they are living with me, knowing how I feel, what goes through my mind. One more page, one more page, one more page. You promise yourself.
When my life is reflected in a different perspective, when I finish my final chapter, then you know that I did what I was set up to do. When nothing is left when you reach “The End”. Remember the seventeen who began. The seventeen who looked forward to what the future held. The seventeen who dreamed of peace and a peace of mind.