Today, my boy turns 4 years old. I think about how fast time has gone by in the scale of 4 human, living and breathing, years. I look at this, or try, through the eyes of my boy, and how wonderful things must be to be so young, but also so scary. As I cant help but think of things like this, it helps me to also think about my writing and the things (emotions, lives, deaths) involved in the world that I create and live in.
It relates intermixingly so well. As a parent I have this idea of how I want things to be, how I want to carry them out. But even in just the short four years that have passed by, I have come to see that even the most careful planning cannot, and will not, hold a candle to the unplanned events of life! And though my characters are planned, created by me and follow a general direction I give (much like my son), I also learn from them, I feel their pains, sympathize and sometimes have to follow their direction.
Its funny to compare life to a book. Life goes on, for most of us, unpublished in a print sense, but others know about it and can admire the most popular of them. There was a saying in a movie "Life as a House" about how a man envision his life as a house, it didnt need to be big, fancy, beautiful or any of the such; It just needed to be his.
One day, I imagine Logan may read this. Thank you son, for being part of my book, my house. This story would be dull without you. Happy birthday Son.
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