Life Is Like A Library

I was sitting in the library at school the other day and a realization came to me. Our lives are similar to a library. A library is full of books, and each book is a part of our lives, that we've stored on the shelves. We're our own librarians, checking in and out the memories we have. We get new books often, adding it to our ever growing collections of memories. So books are old and tattered, worn and well-used. Those are our favorites, the ones our mothers would read to us after school, before supper and again at bed time. Some are dusty, forgotten until we reorganized and realize we've had this great book all this time, suddenly aware we had this book. Then there are those that are neglected. Some are left on the floors, in corners, or on the top shelves. We might pick one and and read the back cover, but not care enough to put it back. Those books wish they were read more often, but the more popular books are always being checked out. And everyone knows there is a limit to the number of books you can check out at a time. Then there are the books we don't want to display. The ones we box up and toss into storage are the ones we despise. We don't want to read those books again. The emotions they stir up are ones we've long locked away. But we can't get rid of them. Their vital, because they are the books that have a deep hold on our lives. Those are the books buried under the boxes and papers, in our subconscious. But out one display, are the books that really matter. Its the new hardcover on display that is the showcase of the library. It signifying a turning point in the libraries collection. New shelves are put up for the new books that will be written because of that one, the catalyst necessary for a much needed change. It's started the dusting, the re-cataloging, the new drapes and the new checkout system. All because of one book, a book with two authors, and a book that has begun a series that will continue indefinitely.