Starting Over

A friend had just gone through a great yet, exhausting adventure. I walked in as she was just sitting down at her desk. She breathed a sigh of relief. I felt it deep inside, as if we were connected spiritually or I had been with her wherever she had just came from. She reached back retrieved a small leather notebook from her back pocket which contained all her life's recordings. I sat down in the chair beside her desk as she made her last entry. Feeling every word she wrote as if they were my own.
Out of nowhere she took the journal and through it in what seemed like a permanent deletion trash can. I was freaking out. In my head thinking all those happy, sad, good, bad memories, the adventures. She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and said "who shall I be this time?" Only saying a name I recognized, but saying it in a past tense.
I was so intrigued. I asked her "what do you mean?". She reached in her drawer and pulled out two journals; handing me one. She grabbed my hand and looked deep in my eyes and with great wisdom said to me: "That life I have lived, it is over. In order to keep living I must create and begin new, create new memories, new loves, a new life. The only way to do that is let go of the past. Choose not to let it define who you are. You can choose at this moment who you want to be, but first throw away that other book, the one that says who you have been.".