An open letter to my limitless brother,
Every talent that you've ever gifted to show me has moved me in ways that I fail to communicate in words. From the first time I heard you sing to every moment that I've witnessed you perform (in every sense of the word), I can feel nothing short of pride and privilege. You continuously catch me off guard with all your capabilities and insight beyond your years.
Your future holds no locked doors, only paths to every endeavor you wish to pursue. Not knowing exactly what you want the future to hold doesn't make you any less driven than I was. Your abundant repertoire of skills begs to differ. So don't fret; sing to your heart's desire, act, play and write your every whim. You have shown me time and time again that you are boundless.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
it's a long life, only one last chance
Lately I've been infatuated with the notion of running away. Not that I'd ever do it myself; I'm way too scared and nowhere near resourceful enough to pull anything like that off. But the idea of it is enthralling nonetheless. To uproot yourself - to start over - it would almost be too unfair. Getting a second chance, knowing everything that you already do about life, it would be completely unfair. It would be too akin to rebirth in that overstepping those boundaries and creating a new life for yourself would border on intelligent design.
It would be intelligent design by human hand, completely lacking in any scientific advancement whatsoever. The notion of running away is all of a sudden limitless, the closest to pure creation that I think I could ever feel.
It's strange how even when nothing's going wrong in life, the notion of running away is still so appealing. We spend so much time building lives, developing relationships and bonds that we'd surely be sad to leave behind. Yet if the opportunity arose to just uproot and plant ourselves far, far away, most of us would probably take it. That probably says something about how much we hold onto our regrets. It probably also says a lot about how many of us actually appreciate the variety of building blocks we're being offered to construct lives that our individual societies have already handed us blueprints to.
It would be intelligent design by human hand, completely lacking in any scientific advancement whatsoever. The notion of running away is all of a sudden limitless, the closest to pure creation that I think I could ever feel.
It's strange how even when nothing's going wrong in life, the notion of running away is still so appealing. We spend so much time building lives, developing relationships and bonds that we'd surely be sad to leave behind. Yet if the opportunity arose to just uproot and plant ourselves far, far away, most of us would probably take it. That probably says something about how much we hold onto our regrets. It probably also says a lot about how many of us actually appreciate the variety of building blocks we're being offered to construct lives that our individual societies have already handed us blueprints to.
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