When we read life like a book,
We assign characters roles -
antagonists, protagonists -
create a plot diagram
find a conflict
assign a climax
discover a resolution
(if you're lucky, more than one).
Then after it's all said and done,
hopefully your life will have a theme.
And you hope that it is good.
But life isn't a book
There is no diagram.
Antagonists get grace
And sometimes they win.
Protagonists make mistakes
The conflict doesn't make sense.
Sometimes the good guy dies
and loose ends aren't tied.
When we read life like a book
"everything happens for a reason"
yet we still feel helpless
hopeless
when the ending isn't what we predicted.
Coincidences happen
and believing people call them blessings,
shouting their stories at the world.
While their broken neighbors curse the stars,
yearning for any glimpse that God
or whoever
hasn't written them out of His plot.
When we read life like a book
We acknowledge a God,
but He's not always good.
We acknowledge a Devil,
but He's not always in second.
We give purpose to pain as if it's deserved.
We put people in boxes they don't fit inside.
Life isn't a book because it isn't linear.
It ebbs and flows without rhythm,
diving in the dark
crashing without cause,
but then we adjust.
And we love anyway.
And we fight harder
And we forgive
And we learn.
Because we weren't made for an ending.
Life's artistry isn't in an orchestration,
but in repeated manifestation.
We are given breath and a body,
then we get to create the art
free from puppet strings.
Things may happen for a reason,
but we get to create it.
Because a life isn't valued in its ending,
but in its living.
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