Missing Pages

Luke 14:33 "In the same way, any of you who does not give up everything he has cannot be my disciple."

I began a journey through a novel. It was recommended to me.
I only read as far as I could. The rest is written in an unfamiliar language.
The words go on and on and eventually fade away until the story consists only of blank, untouched pages.
I frequently skim over these hazy chapters, pretending to know their meaning, but retaining nothing; pretending to be on the same page as my brothers, but it's only a lie.

This unknown language has been offered to me, but the dialect is unappealing and repulsive.
It reveals everything and hides nothing.

"You tell me your story, and I'll show you the rest of mine," the author tells me.

I need to preserve some things, so I'll speak to him in my own way.

"I will not hear this if you insist on speaking to me in your native tongue. Tell me your whole story. Tell me what has happened, what you've done, all of it! Please!"

"You don't want to know my story. And I'm not so sure if I want to finish this one that you have written."

"Ha! It's hardly been written yet, but I have some things in mind."