No one ever told me how
hard it is to grow up. They never told me about the pain and the doubt. Maybe
they did this because they have wisdom of knowing that a day or even a year
does not fulfill the whole picture of how a life story plays out. That a story
is not just made up of one tragedy or one long party, but a collection of
chapters that makes up the entire book that is a person’s life. Yet, every book
does not simply end, no, it becomes part of a series that creates a saga of
lifetimes. Everyone’s story correlates together into a resplendent library.
