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The book of life.

Everybody in the world has a story.
Everybody in the world has a story to be told.

People may talk about themselves to a friend or write novels based around there own life experiences but say its based on fiction.
People aren't brave, people hide behind themselves and don't admit whats really going on, with some many people in the world its hard to imagine that someone has the same story.
Its very unlikely that someone does, they many have the same experiences in life, maybe a similar background but never the same detail that goes into the story, the detail in a story is what makes it unique and real.

My book of life is quite funny, I don't hide behind anything at all I tell it how it is and in some cases go into too much detail but that's the magic about a story, especially a story that wants to be told.
Without the detail the story would be nothing, not a blank canvas but something unoriginal and boring and something that everyone has heard before.

My story is about life, I hold back on nothing and I don't believe I should, its my story after all.
This blog is about that, the trials and tribulations about a life someone leads, the thoughts of a deep mind.
A deep mind troubled by the past and the present, a mind that doesn't know where its going but has a picture for the finial chapter.
The picture will always be there and its a great picture, filled with great friends and a family, a home that I build and made my own and a life I truly worked for.
But whether or not I will really be truly in this picture ist up to me, its up to faith and with great drive and determination I hope to one day have a piece of that picture.

Its funny how people hide themselves ist it?
Hide themselves away from the pain and suffering they feel, only wearing a smile on there faces, a mask that has everyone fooled.
A life made up of being loud, funny and daringly bold, but a life of solitude, questions, hopes and dreams.
Dreams that one day they may never get, dreams that everyone holds dear.

I would love to know what pictures people have for themselves.
To see if people really push themselves enough to even have a chance to receive it, even deserve it.

Tell me, what's your picture?
Is it a happy one filled with great friends, a family and a home you build for you and your family or is your picture blank, a raw empty canvas with the paint brush sitting by the side?
Get up and paint it make yourself dream and start your story.

Everyone has a story to be told but only the brave will tell it.
Please my friend, don't be scared.

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