Sometimes when i look at the night sky i wonder if there are astronauts up there. Floating thousands of miles right above me, they see the world but to the world they are invisible, distant, alone and isolated. As we watch the tiny glowing lights paint themselves across the darkness of the night, we fail to recognize the great people who shine among them.

What if people who are in a coma are not totally hopeless? What if they’re far from being as good as dead? Maybe, something big is just happening inside their mind, like a mission to accomplish or a monster to fight and defeat in a very limited amount of time — the time left before we decide to turn off their life supply.

What about living in a world that sees people for who they truly are, not by the symmetry of the face, the contour of the body, the deepness of the eyes, the fullness of the lips, the color of the skin, nor the locks of the hair? What if recognition could mean more than distinguishing a face from other faces?What if all women have the same faces and men look exactly the same as well?

Will that change that way we look at one another? Will that change the way we choose who to be with, who to accept, who to love?

Sometimes when i trip and fall over or by any means hurt myself, I use the physical pain as an excuse for crying but the truth is that i am comforted by it. It tells me that it’s alright if i let go of the tears this moment. It says that i can let it all out now. It tells me that it’s there in case anyone asks me why I’m crying. It covers up my weaknesses. No one will be bothered by the girl who whines about her depressions. No one will notice. No one will care.

 

Some people treat you like dirt and say it’s just a way of preparing you for the harsh reality of the world. But if they just stop, the world will be a lot nicer already.

Sometimes i get so caught up with escaping reality. I forget how this time and place used to dwell only in people’s imagination.

Own defeat.
Accept rejection.
Embrace heartbreaks.
Because we have to lose, to win.
Because we have to be out of place somewhere, to belong somewhere.
And sometimes we have to feel the pain, to know how to feel happiness.

Imagine your life if all that you ever did was win. What if you were everything you’ve ever wanted?
Imagine having that talent you’ve always wanted.
Imagine being top one in class.
Imagine being the team’s MVP.
Imagine being the kid with all the money.
Imagine being drop dead gorgeous.
Imagine having the perfect body.
Imagine having no haters.
Imagine being everything to everybody.
Imagine being perfect.
But what is perfect, anyway?
What does it mean to have no flaws?
How can we be something we cannot define but can only imagine?
We can’t.