The last thing I remember was being in the local Barnes and Noble searching for a book on hiking. I was in the middle of enjoying my Starbuck's coffee as I thumbed my way through a stack of potential books that I might want to purchase. Then it happened.
I can't exactly tell you what 'it' was, but I knew instantly that I was someplace else, even though I wasn't. I looked around trying to ascertain what was going on.
Looking around the room did not give me any clues as to what had changed, the place was just as crowded as normal and no one else seemed to have experienced the same thing as I had. When I looked back down at the pile of books, I discovered a new book in front of me.
The book was leather bound and had a post-it note on it that read, "read me."
"Where did this come from?" I wondered outloud.
I picked it up and examined the black leather bound book. I removed the post-it note and examined the gold engraved title.
"These trails I've walked." I read the title to myself.
I flipped it over and discovered nothing special on the back. No picture of the author. No summary or indication of what the book was about. There was nothing special about this book at all.
"Don't judge a book by it's cover.", I said as I opened up the book and started to thumb through it half expecting the book to be about hiking.. or about a courageous story about overcoming challenges.
My eyes widened as the realization of what I held in my hands settled into my brain. This wasn't just any random story. It was THE story of my life. It contained every little thing you would ever want to know about me. Every decision I made, every risk I took, every success and every failure was documented in great detail.
I flipped ahead searching for something more current and found the section talking about my recent job change, my family life and recent trip to Florida.
"If this thing documents my past and my present.. " I mused.
I paused and thought about this for a moment.
Did I really want to know the future? Would the pages be blank, unwritten or full of actions and consequences of potential decisions that could be made.
After thinking about this for a moment, I calmly shut the book and set it down on the table. I picked up the books I decided to buy and headed to the cashier who was happy to help me check out.
The cashier took my books and started to ring them up and then paused as he scanned the last book and looked puzzled.
"Sir, your missing a book." he said to me.
"No, I don't think so.", I shook my head.
"Yes, I think you are. ", he said motioning to the black book still sitting on the table.
"Oh, that? That's for someone else to read. I've been there, done that." I replied.
"But, you haven't finished it yet. Don't you want to know the ending?" he asked.
"Part of me does.. " I paused. "But I think I'll pass."
The cashier just nodded. "Well then, have a nice day sir."
On my drive home I wondered if I hadn't made a mistake. I couldn't help but to wonder if the answers for what I was searching for was buried somewhere in that book. I wondered if I could figure out how to make my life better by rehashing the past and prevent myself from making those mistakes in the future. I wondered if I could make my life better by reading a bit further ahead in that book.
I almost turned around several times that night.. but I kept coming back to the same thought. "Live today well, and tomorrow will take care of itself. "
When I got home, I found that book in my bag. I carry it with me wherever I go.