Life is like a blank page.
It can be filled with a list of things that we accomplished or have yet to do.
It can be a novel relating a story with grand themes.
It can be a limerick, short, quick and witty or an elegant poem.
It can be a journal with deeply felt emotions.
It can be a random collection of written observations with no apparent connection.
It can be filled with water colored lilies, acrylic hillsides, or an oil based life size portrait of a loved one.
It can contain or scratch throughs, our mistakes, and aborted stops and starts.
But the one thing a blank page is not meant to do is to remain blank.
A blank page is boring, incomplete, and remains that way until we chose to act.
How will you chose to fill your pages today?