Sometimes I wish life was like a chalkboard; a place for preliminary writing and drawing that you could then wipe clean.
But it isn’t.
It’s full of mistakes (or perhaps, lessons, is a better term).
It’s full of tears.
But putting that all aside, it’s full of happiness, smiles and love… If you let it.
So today I pick up that piece of chalk, don’t worry about making mistakes and write the story of my life.