Life is full of stars. Life is full of dreams
And along with those stars and dreams, life is also full of giant, gaping abysses that completely block your path.
And then you have a choice: to leap over them, or to stay where you are.
It's hard, you know? When you're stuck at one end and all you can see ahead of you is deep, deep, deep darkness, full of sharp protrusions and haunting misgivings. But there's always that whisper coming from the other side, promising a shining path, a laughing path, a path full of happiness. And all you have to do is close your eyes and leap across that abyss and all of it is yours.
It's never an easy choice.
And then you're kind of pacing your side of life, debating whether it's worth it or not. It's not like you're dissatisfied with what you have now. You're content. And what if you fall? What if you decide to leap, but then realize you can't make it? You'll spend the rest of your life climbing out of that abyss, and even at the end, you'll never really make it to the other side.
But on the other hand, what if you do make it? What if you take that chance, fly over the darkness with a heart full of courage and hope, and land safely through the misty veil and enter that new realm? There are no guarantees that what's actually there is happiness. But what if there is? Can you give up that chance?
Life is meant to be lived with no regrets. It's never easy taking that leap of faith, throwing everything aside for the whispers from your heart. But if you think there's a chance for happiness, go for it. Maybe you'll regret it later. Or maybe you'll be showered with light and smiles. You'll never know until you try.
So close your eyes and get lost in the stars, block out all worries and live your dreams. Don't see the abyss as failure - see it as a test for how much you want that happiness. Who knows? Maybe if you jump, there'll be someone waiting on the other end to catch you. Maybe they've been waiting for you all along, and maybe - just maybe, you've been waiting for them too.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
A Dream
a
pause
a
breath
a
glance
a
smile
a
moment enough for two hearts to
meet
a
tentative leap across an
invisible barrier
a
touch
a
curl
a
twine
a
grip
a
th-thump
a
ba-dump
a
ba-dump
a
th-thump
a
gentle kick and playful pressure
a
warm strong shoulder and then a
turn
a
gray
a
blue
a
green
a
world
a
look at you and I’m captured, i’m
lost
a
deepening ache that will never
fade
a
whisper
a
will
a
want
a
wish
a
promise
a
promise
a
promise
a
forever
Thursday, March 15, 2012
The Song of Spring
Possibly the only positive to having to wake up before the sun rises each morning is that moment when you peek your head out the door and walk into a completely new world. The air is crisp and clear, and the sky has a tint of red-yellow-orange-pink-blue-purple to it. All around you is silence, like the world is asleep, but you, you are awake to witness this miracle. And when you lift your head slightly and breathe, breathe, breathe it all in, it's like the world is lifting you up and out of your slumber into its arms.
So each morning, those 5 minute walks to my bus stop is what gives me the energy to get through the school day. But this morning, as I sauntered down the street, taking care to breathe deeply, I noticed something even more magical than the sunrise or the minty air. There was birdsong.
The birds had come back! Everywhere, the sky was filled with the high trills of different birds, some warbling, some chirping, and some squawking. But together, as they all sang to their own rhythms and pitches, it was like the entire world was awake, and not just me. I realized, that although I had come to appreciate the quiet of my solitary morning walks, this song buoying me down the street was also something precious. Because I was no longer alone.
It was great to be able to walk to the nature's song. The birds - they just sounded so happy to be flying around and singing to each other that instead of just whistling as I would normally do, I couldn't help but sing myself. So this morning, as I made my usual way down the line of slumbering houses, I sang along with the rest of the world, raising the veil of sleep and winter from the land. The birds had returned, and with them, the song of spring.
So each morning, those 5 minute walks to my bus stop is what gives me the energy to get through the school day. But this morning, as I sauntered down the street, taking care to breathe deeply, I noticed something even more magical than the sunrise or the minty air. There was birdsong.
The birds had come back! Everywhere, the sky was filled with the high trills of different birds, some warbling, some chirping, and some squawking. But together, as they all sang to their own rhythms and pitches, it was like the entire world was awake, and not just me. I realized, that although I had come to appreciate the quiet of my solitary morning walks, this song buoying me down the street was also something precious. Because I was no longer alone.
It was great to be able to walk to the nature's song. The birds - they just sounded so happy to be flying around and singing to each other that instead of just whistling as I would normally do, I couldn't help but sing myself. So this morning, as I made my usual way down the line of slumbering houses, I sang along with the rest of the world, raising the veil of sleep and winter from the land. The birds had returned, and with them, the song of spring.
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| A sunrise full of magic, spreading across the slumbering world |
Monday, March 12, 2012
So How Does One Dream of Stars?
Welcome to my little corner in space! :) It's pretty free here, without the constant noise of the world or the heavy burden of gravity pulling you down. Here, it's just you, the stars, and your dreams.
It's a rather quiet corner, a place to explore what's beyond reality. It's a place to escape the tangible and surround yourself with the abstract. Not too bad, huh?
Do you see those millions of stars around you? That huge one right ahead of you, pulsating with a steady glow, or the tiny one far off in the corner of your vision, wavering with light? And then there's that cluster above you, almost forming some sort of halo, and the sturdy ones below, read to catch you just in case you slip and fall? Do you see them all?
Those stars, they're your dreams. That's right, each and every one of those holds something precious, whether a nostalgic memory, an unforgettable instance, or a place you've not yet reached. "Each and every one of them? But there are so many!" you exclaim. And there is so much to you, so much within your frail human body, that the world alone can't contain them. So the stars gave you this. Your own little corner in space.
Except, this is my little corner in space. The stars you see around you? Yep, they're my dreams. But they haven't been realized yet, so all you see are millions of candle flames, flickering around what lies within. Here, I'm going to share my dreams, my stars. It'll be a place to chronicle the little dreams that I discover each day, and connect the dots of light that will become my path of stars. So come with me and delve beyond reality for a moment. Forget about the noise of the world, the heavy burden of gravity, and just let yourself float among the stars. Here, it's just you, the stars, and your dreams.
It's a rather quiet corner, a place to explore what's beyond reality. It's a place to escape the tangible and surround yourself with the abstract. Not too bad, huh?
Do you see those millions of stars around you? That huge one right ahead of you, pulsating with a steady glow, or the tiny one far off in the corner of your vision, wavering with light? And then there's that cluster above you, almost forming some sort of halo, and the sturdy ones below, read to catch you just in case you slip and fall? Do you see them all?
Those stars, they're your dreams. That's right, each and every one of those holds something precious, whether a nostalgic memory, an unforgettable instance, or a place you've not yet reached. "Each and every one of them? But there are so many!" you exclaim. And there is so much to you, so much within your frail human body, that the world alone can't contain them. So the stars gave you this. Your own little corner in space.
Except, this is my little corner in space. The stars you see around you? Yep, they're my dreams. But they haven't been realized yet, so all you see are millions of candle flames, flickering around what lies within. Here, I'm going to share my dreams, my stars. It'll be a place to chronicle the little dreams that I discover each day, and connect the dots of light that will become my path of stars. So come with me and delve beyond reality for a moment. Forget about the noise of the world, the heavy burden of gravity, and just let yourself float among the stars. Here, it's just you, the stars, and your dreams.
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