Sentences!

A Metaphor by ME!

If our lives are stories, each moment of time is a sentence. Every sentence begins with a subject—us. When we write that first word—our name, I—, we define ourselves. In essence, we are the one who chooses our sentence structure—our words, our actions, our punctuation. We walk out into the world, into the rain, shine or bustling wind unsure of any direction, uncertain if our words, our actions will make any sense. But we have a goal—a direct object that our actions are moving us toward. Sometimes our subjects and verbs are in perfect agreement—a witty match leads to a success. Other times we shake with dissonance, on the brink of tears because we couldn’t get our grammar—our internal rules—down. Our tenses don’t match up, we’re single and we want oh so badly to be plural and our verbs weren’t strong enough to convey the intended meaning. Somehow though, we struggle through awkward phrasing, words we don’t know and misspelling. Like the tangents and interjections that we scatter through-out our narratives, we often stumble upon contexts, phrases and even sentences that make no sense. With our minds muddled, we must choose a direct object, the goal are acting are directed toward. Fear not, though, no sentence is complete without an indirect object—that person, those people who help us, who hold our hand and guide our actions. As approach the end of another sentence, we put learn to place another period, to declare to the world our meaning.