writing life

life. disjointed, fragmented. the beauty of imperfection. the beauty of the journey. how could we lavish in the magnificence of this world, if not for cloudy days? i, like the rest, stumble. i, like the rest, am made up of a long series of rights and wrongs, of successes and failures, of poignant exchanges over time. the rich history of my construction, unfolding, chapter after chapter. a history who's end is not written but will continue to unfurl. what a beautiful world this is we live in, in which each one of us is an author.