Have you ever thought of life as a book?

Initially you start out slow

Experiencing your first steps as the main character

Striving to unravel the mysteries betwixted within the bindings

Gathering contextual clues introduced as each page is tenderly turned

Unfolding the framework of our existence upon pages that were formerly empty

With a great understanding of the plot among us

We soon recognize the pace at which we are reading

As we become comfortable with the book and in life, it all seems to pass by without remorse

The first couple pages seemingly endless with minimal importance

Attempting to grasp a foothold of the world you’ve been placed in

Once in chapter two, and now in chapter 8

What were chapters now feel like pages

Pulling you further towards the climax of your story

With apex’s initially materializing amid the conception of your storyline

Or nearing the end of your graceful read

Remember, the timing of an individuals peak is not that of others

If yours hasn’t occurred yet, there are still pages left to be read