What if a person with a suit on came up to you, and handed you a book with a clever smirk on his face? You would sit on the nearest bench, and be hesitant to open it. You look on the front cover and find 'YOU.' and your birthday. You open up the book and flip through the pages, finally realizing it's a book about your entire life. Would you read it to the end? Now let's have a twist, what if you read to where you are now in life and realize that there are only three pages left when you get there? Those pages could be three minutes, three hours, three days, three years, three decades. What would you do if you had 300 pages left?
