I had a bad habit of skipping to the last pages of a book. I just wanted to see how it ended while I was still in the middle of it. This habit1 first my mom, then my friends, and2 even my own daughter.
Often my3 wasn't limited just to the books I read but also to what others were reading as well. Then one day my daughter told me in4 , "Dad, please just read a book one 5 at a time like everyone else!"
At times I didn't6 this bad habit to just books either. I also tried to skip ahead in my own life and7 what to do months or even years from now instead of enjoying each day at present. Although I knew that the8 of my life wasn't done yet and that I had many pages9 to write, I still couldn't control my bumming desire to write the10 of it halfway through. Time and again, I would11 jump ahead and try to solve every potential problem before it happened. Life,12 , doesn't work like that.
It loves to13 us, and you never know what new problems, changes, or opportunities each new day will14 .
Each of us has to15 the book of life line by line, moment by moment and trust that our story will be brought to its perfect end.
