If the stars came crashing down in a spiral of unexpected bliss, would you follow your dreams until the moment arrives where your dreams could no longer fly? Would you gather the shattered pieces as they crashed to the painted ground in an effort to define their mortality? Or would you allow them to fall and show their greatness to all people from the inside out and between the light?

I think you would.

You’d watch them falling in admiration. You’d cradle the pieces in comfort for one last moment of happiness before the final destination of destruction…

But is it truly destruction? If the stars never fell, how would we see their beauty streaking across the night’s sky? How would we know they are alive if they never fell from grace?

Sometimes things must be broken in order to see their true beauty. It’s not always bad to be broken. Sometimes it’s what saves us.

Sometimes.