White Page...

He told me that he was reading me.

Curious, i asked: “And what do you see?”

His answer was simple, yet it struck deep:

“I see a white page. The chapter number one is completely empty and you can write everything you want. Go for it.”

Since then, i’ve been holding onto those words. A white page… mine to fill.

It feels both frightening and liberating. I am scared. I am fragile. Yet i know, that i am the one holding the pen.

I can write a new story:

A new life,

A new job, a new beginning,

A new home,

A new lover.

And while i don’t yet know where this story will take me, I trust the blankness before me. Because in that emptiness lies infinite possibility.

The future isn’t written yet but i hold the pen.

So here i am. Starting. Writing. Believing.

Hope is the first word i choose.

The page is waiting. And i am ready.