I just finished Memoirs of a Geisha and I can’t help but to feel very deeply touched by this book. It’s not about the vivid details or the way it was so beautifully worded, but towards the end, I found myself feeling somewhat like the geisha, Sayuri.

I could sit here and write quotes from the book until my fingers bleed, but I won’t. This book should be read so that you can find your own significance with in it. This book touched me more so towards the end in a more personal way.

I feel like a geisha, only I do not receive fine gifts or entertain men. I feel like one in a sense that I have put a man’s well-being and comfort before mine. I, technically, am with a married man. He spends his nights with me most of the time, and could have been the mother of his illegitimate child. To make his life easier, I chose another route, similar to Mameha.

It makes me wonder….. about destiny, life, and the choices we make. How I learn to carry myself, how to present myself, and how to hide myself. Putting myself between men, trying to keep out of the way of a friendship, and finding myself in a place that seems so far away from where I would want to be or could have been.

I sit here wondering; is this really what my life has come to be?

I’m lost in my thoughts for the night…