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I usually don't do this, but here's kind of a glimpse inside my mind. It's just a bunch of thoughts of mine I wrote down. You don't have to read it if you don't want to. (If you do read it would you mind leaving a comment? I do love opinions. And tell me if you think this was stupid to do, cuz if so I won't do it again. But if you for some reason like this, I'll continue posting thoughts of mine if you like. Please tell me which you prefer, I won't be hurt if you don't want me to post any more.)
I sat in the car as my mom drove me to tutoring. I was staring out the window as usual, lost in my own private world created by the music floating through my head from my headphones. I spotted a tiny light glimmering in the sky some distance ahead of us. The first star! As is costomary for me whenever I get an oppertunity to wish, I began wishing. The same wish as always of course.
Star light,
Star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may,
I wish I might,
Have this wish, I wish tonight.
I wish that Stephen and I could be together in real life.
But this time, for some reason, I decided to elaborate upon my wish.
I want to be able to touch him, to hold him in my arms. I want to be able to see his face every day, to apologize for all the times I should've been there to comfort him but wasn't. I want to be able to tell him I love him to his face, and watch his eyes light up when I say it. I want to be able to--
All this time I'd been pouring out my heart in whispered murmuring words to this star; this shimmering, shining, unthinking, uncaring star. But suddenly, the star winked at me. A red light. And that's when I realized it wasn't a star I was wishing at at all! It was a plane! I'd been wishing at a plane all this time!! I sat back, shocked at my error. Then, I began to think.
This is like humans. We go around all day long pretending we're something we're not. Pretending we're happy, pretending life's great, we have this shining, beautiful facade (it's pronounced fa-sod & basically means fake pretense or wall) that we put up for everyone. But eventually we're revealed for what we really are. We're ordinary. We're dull. We're broken and we're not beautiful. Our own pride forces us to invent this careful facade to hide the truth. Because we can't handle the truth that we're really hurt, or sad, or upset, or depressed. But the trick is, you must learn to see past the facade, and see past the dull truth. Because even though the star turned out to be nothing but an airplane, what about what's inside the airplane? Inside it's full of life, the true emotions we harbor, not the fake ones we show. What if it's not an airplane, but more of an oyster? Outside is a protective shell to protect its sensitive interior that is easily damaged. The side we never show for fear someone will come and hurt us. But if you can get close enough to someone that they allow you past their shell; and you can sort through their true feelings, you'll find the pearl. The trick to being a good friend, a good lover, a good.. anything relating to someone else: you have to open the oyster. You have to see their true feelings. You have to dig out their true happiness and their true fears. Their true uncertainties and their true opinions. And you have to take all those real emotions and you have to not only accept them, but you have to learn from them. You have to learn that that's the core of who they are as a person. And you have to be willing to stay with them no matter what, even if their pearl is a stealy grey and not a shimmering white. You must stay with them and help them polish their pearl until it gleams. That's love. Be it to a friend, be it to a boyfriend or girlfriend, be it to a sibling or a cousin, it doesn't matter. But you have to dig deeper than the surface to get to the true treasure inside.
And all this, from a plane mistaken as a star.
 bunnyfan194 · Thu Feb 05, 2009 @ 07:01am · 0 Comments |
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