Unforeseen history in the making…every day we go through and every person that we meet goes into our personal history book.  Never knowing what’s coming can’t look back until it’s printed on the pages.  Sometimes I wonder how my story will end up.

Watching people out in crowded spaces sometimes I wonder what their story is….some people look creepy some people look happy some people look distant and sad….I wonder where they have been and how their stories will end.

Everything that we experience helps to form the life that we will end up with, the life that will be looked at probably only upon our death, maybe not even then….  I think that very few people have their lives examined, do people care about the history that the average person has put into the world?  What if the average Joe down the street is the one who started the ripples that ended with something great happening, and someone else getting the credit?

What if people are linked to your pages that you don’t even realize because they are in a different volume, a new series but still a spin off and are connected to your pages?

The book of life is an ongoing history account of all of the people in the world…all of the events and situations that they encountered, how the first event has spiraled, penetrating into lives that were not even an afterthought or the beginnings of a thought when the even occurred, into lives that the person was not even aware existed.  Degrees of separation in life are only important when you need to prove something….what about all of the events and history of the every day life that is never questioned or examined…what if someone were to look at what was really written in the every day history book?