Yesterday, on the ride home, my daughter and I found ourselves singing out loud to Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield. The lyrics are as follows:
I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined
I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I love this song because we are unwritten and thus SO FULL of potential. It used to terrify me to be unwritten. This is different than not having goals or plans. This is being open to something… supernatural.
In some cultures, a story is like a spirit that finds it’s way inside the teller. It takes hold until it’s told. What an amazing concept. So many people seem to be living life based on someone else’s story. Media, family, belief systems, spouses, kids, teachers, all have roles to play in our lives but no one can write OUR story. It’s for us alone to discover and play.
As far as the past goes, we can’t change what’s happened but we can alter the way we perceive our experiences and give ourselves a boost into a positive future. Tools to help us uncover our story are probably in the millions. I love writing. Even when I jot random thoughts down I know they’re tidbits that I’ll use at a later date.
No matter what, I’m the protagonist of this experience and the end’s gonna be better than the beginning.
So what’s your story?