Chapter.

The uncertainty of each moment is surreal. Progression is also surreal. Progression into a new dimension of each person's life, a new chapter. Each new chapter may not be welcomed with such hospitality yet the lessons learned are equally as sufficient as the laugher of happiness contained in the next chapter or the chapter before it.

To define or describe life as chapters, like a book seems so petty, small and insignificant. Life is by far more important than books and chapters...life is too complex to be compared to a petty book. As some people don't like reading.

Scenarios, expectations, emotions, distortions of reality, and a muse...a tiny muse hiding in everybody's soul.

Typical it is the ramblings of someone who is half asleep, it may not make sense, but when I read this and think "what the fuck", I must remind myself that it made sense at the time. Life is what you make of it, not a little book.