“Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show."

I have often thought, like many have, about writing the story of my own life, some day.. then I wonder, has my life been interesting enough to make people want read it? or is the interest of your life, the uniqueness of your experiences and how you dealt with those enough ?

I read on my friend, Amy's blog such an awesome speech written by a novelist - an excerpt from it says:

"There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree: there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life."

And it had my innards jiving.. I have lived so much of my life with both tremulus anxiety and unbridled joy and how do you put those feelings and experiences on paper? How do you take your heart and write a book. Many have done it successfully... but I sat and thought today... what if words fail the expression of who I am? can i remain modest by being panegyrical yet critical enough to allow people to see all the bare sides of me?

While i was still writing this blog and posing this question to a friend, he remarked, is that not what this very blog is? hmmmmm

Is it though? Seems as if so much is left unsaid about myself.