Life is like a book

Every page may look the same

But holds a different reason to be

Every page has its own meaning.

Layered in words and symbols

Contexts that assume clarity

Once the book is read

Messages unbound itself through words.

Peel through the layers

Life stares at you in a heartbeat

All the same.

Yet pull back the layers

Mired in perceptions

Caked in personna

Smudged in ego

Made up with assumptions

Life assumes many forms

Shaping itself in the circumstances

Each unique and distinctive

In impressions and expressions.

Neither can it be replaced nor duplicated

Nature and nurture

Have their own role to play

In the circle of life

Judge not another as you are

For every life churns out

A different truth

Of it’s own existence.

Savvy