magazines in the dental office

what is life— but another waiting room, for an appointment with one, that has waited, ever so long for us? our life, a mere magazine, flipped through, sometimes with purpose, mere entertainment, even a sense that you bring home. but your life, will be like words, skimmed through, read but never understood, a symbol of boredom, you once experienced. will you be a paragraph, a piece of literature, that no matter how short, how long, how beautiful, never really did anything? carrying a story that never touched the heart, the soul of one that yearns for inspiration? in the magazine of life, where are you written? are you even in there?