An Unfinished Story

unfinished story

I woke up in between dreams with a sharp memory of the dream I just had. Usually I dream in story lines and moving pictures. This was different though. It was a concept, an idea, one so encompassing it was hard to grasp and I remember thinking as I woke up, “I need to remember this so I can write it down.”

Then I promptly drifted off to sleep again.

Now I only remember faintly the concept and a sort of picture that came along with it. I know there was more, but I can’t recall it. The concept was that every life is an unfinished story. I know it’s nothing original, but it was such a strong impression in my dream that it made the idea stand out to me in a new light.

Every life is an unfinished story.

Some stories have only just begun, with blank pages stretching out before the unwritten life. Other stories are nearly at the end, right before the book closes with resounding finality. Most are somewhere in the middle, muddling through the chapters, acts, and scenes; the thickening of plots and the unresolved tensions.

In the dream I saw a sort of picture of lives as stories, pages flipping, days turning, seasons changing. And I saw, beyond it, a bigger picture. A bigger story. One that encompassed all the rest, yet included them somehow. Like all the stories were part of the one great story.

How could it be so? I wondered, while wondering, How could it not?

Perhaps I have been reading too much lately. Turning too many pages. Beginning and ending too many chapters. Perhaps they all merged together in my subconscious mind to create that strange sort-of-dream.

But we’re nearing the end of the year. In a way like the end of a chapter, which usually end with some issues resolved and others having just been thrown into the mix. How many chapters will there be in this story? The unfinished story of my life? I have no idea. I don’t even really want to know. But I do want to make each chapter, each page, worth it.

Every day, which so quickly turns into a month. Then months. Seasons. Years. They pass so quickly, often with barely more than a glance and a nod. But too soon, the book comes to an end.

What will my story read when it is finished? When it is complete?

It’s a good question, I think, to ask at the end of a year. At the end of a day.

What will my story be?

What will your story be?


via An Unfinished Story.

About Bonita Jewel

Bonita Jewel is an author and blogger who writes on a variety of themes, including: Literature & poetry Writing Parenting Purpose After living in India from the age of 16 to 28, she returned to California with her husband and three children. She is pursuing a Degree at Fresno State University. Bonita teaches community education at Clovis Adult. Her courses include Blogging Basics, Power Editing, Creative Writing, and Working from Home. She also freelances as an editor, ghostwriter, and writing coach. Her greatest passions are her family, her faith, writing, and reading. Bonita Jewel has been reading since she was 2 ½. Thirty years later, she still loves the magic and mystery of the written word. She is slowly breathing life into roughly 50 novels and nearly as many nonfiction works, depending on which plot or character seizes her interest at any given time. Please connect with Bonita at:
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