Endless Chapters

Isn't life but a book; each journey a mere chapter. Often, life can write the pages without a say; no choice of the destiny in what's written.
 
Sometimes are the pages bitter and ugly; full of sadness, loss, stolen dreams and heartache. Though is a pen in our own hands just the same; the choice being ours while having control of the very ink we enscribe. Yes, our lives are a book in every sense. Our chapters are endless and we forge through the best we can. When we get stuck, perhaps we just fold the corner in hopes of forgetting our story; returning later, yet life has still kept writing whether we like it or not.  
 
Our lives are but our very own autobiography; our chapters only end when we do. We should pick up that pen more often, writing in the best details and characters as we possibly can. Our pages won't stay open forever; change is good and for now, our chapters are endless.