drops like stars*

Some elder brothers never join the party.
Some fathers never throw one.
Some brothers never come back.
Some things never get resolved.

Lots of parties are missing somebody.
That's just the way it is.

Meanwhile..
I want to be one of those who come from a totally different place.
So that, instead of 'thinking out of the box', I would be able not to see a box at all.
I want to be able to imagine a totally new tomorrow,
to draw a line saying: "my life can no longer be what it used to be."
I believe I'm not the kind of people to go for death by wallpaper, flooring, or chocolate.
I know there is more to life and more to myself.

I want to be honest to the limits of when it hurts.
And I DO MEAN IT.

I want to make the bound that transcends the differences between people visible and perceptible.
I want to say less with more meaning and talk about things that matter.
I want to grow, evolve, learn and become more.

And I need you to talk to me.
Here and now (yes, there are options for that!), tomorrow and in 12 years.

So that we may see raindrops hitting the ground as stars. Even if just for a split second.

* Rob Bell, 2009, Drops like stars: a few thoughts on creativity and suffering, Zondervan. The book.
quotes weren't "quoted", just live with it. or read the book. thanks for sharing mad.!