Empty Pages

January 22, 2007

One evening a young woman went alone to walk barefoot by the ocean after the sun had set. She stopped in her path and turned so she could see the footsteps she had left in the sand. But they had already been washed away by the waves.

When she turned to continue her walk, she was startled by the presence of an old woman wrapped in a blanket who, out of nowhere, appeared, sitting by a fire, slowly paging through the leaves of a leather-covered book.

She walked up to the woman and asked, “Where did you come from? I didn’t see you here a moment ago. And how did you start this fire so quickly?

Her questions went unanswered but were instead met withΒ  a reply in a serene voice, “Sit with me, child. I have something to show you.”

As the woman sat down beside the fire, the mysterious stranger handed her the book. She curiously turned the pages one by one and was amazed to discover they contained the story of her whole life from the early days of childhood to the present.

She then came to the page telling of her encounter with the old woman by the fire during her walk on the beach, but upon turning to the next page, she found it empty.


She frantically began to turn the rest of the pages in the book only to find that they, too, were all empty.

In bewilderment, she looked at the old woman and pleaded with her to explain.

“Does that mean my life ends this night?”

“No, my child. It means tonight your life begins.”

At that moment the old woman took the book into her own hands and began to tear out each of the pages with words, throwing them one by one into the fire until all that was left were blank pages.

She handed the book of empty pages to the young woman.

“You see,” she said, “just as the waves washed away your footsteps in the sand, your past is forever gone, never to return. The only moment you ever truly possess is here and now.”


“Each new moment is the beginning of the rest of your life and is to be lived to the fullest, for you will not have a chance to live that moment a second time.”

“Most important of all, each new day brings an opportunity to love – one that may never come to you again.”

“As for your future, you are free to shape it as you wish, for it has not yet been written.”

Then, as mysteriously as she had appeared, the old woman stood to walk away and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

– Excerpted from the book, For Love or Nothing: Lessons to Illuminate the Path to Love by William Oak.

Painting: β€œSunny” by Aldo Luongo


6 Responses to “Empty Pages”

  1. zeroimpact Says:

    As we write everyday, we never fail to look back or look forward. There has never been a time when we look at the present.
    The moment is most precious, it is the only time we have at hand which we can use to our advantage, to bring us happiness. We cannot reenact the past and hope it will change and make us happy. We can’t write the future and see that it goes as we write.
    However we can write now knowing that we write the best we can now and whatever it leads to, is what we chose and not by chance

    Thank you for teaching me to live for the moment, Matt.
    Thank you for helping me to fill the pages in my book.

  2. tihtahpah Says:

    wow..that’s a nice one..

    Thank you. I’m glad you like it. πŸ™‚

  3. hooiching Says:

    me 2! i mean, i like this excerpt =) does it means we should make the best out of the present?

    Yes, Hooiching.. we should. πŸ™‚
    Glad you like it, too.

  4. Ashish C. Says:

    I did wonder when this topic would come. πŸ™‚ The future is like clay and we the potters. We can shape it anyway we want. Thanks for the post Jems. πŸ™‚

    No problem, Ashish. πŸ™‚

  5. When I first started reading, I thought, It’s the beginnings of Jaws. “Don’t Go in the WATER!!!”

    Lucky for the girl in the story it was the sharks day off. πŸ™‚

    Every day is a new day. Maybe we can all write a story much more rewarding than Jaws ever was! πŸ™‚

    Hahaha.. You really had me in stitches, Dabs. πŸ˜†

  6. merv Says:

    Kinda reminds me of those forwarded email inspirational stories heheh

    Yea.. πŸ™‚

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