"We are made of stardust …"
That is how a quote began on Goodreads some days ago
and I found myself stopping there, mid-sentence and reading again the same
words. We are made of stardust but
the magic that gives us life is different.
My stardust is made of stories, consists of little
words and sentences that fill my heart and then my mind until I can transform
them into words and make more stardust, more little colorful grains of magic
that I can share with you.
I hold a book in my hands and as I read I feel
stardust floating around me and if I close my eyes for a moment and breathe in,
reality fades and I find myself in a new, beautiful universe without boundaries
and limitations.
Is it safe for reality to fade? Is it wise? We are not
children anymore, we are adults, we have responsibilities and a life to support,
but guess what. That's the reason we need more stardust, more pixie dust and
more magic. We grow up but we do not choose to age, we mature and being mature
doesn't mean to kill the child inside us. We nurture it, embrace it and let it
guide us to a fun path.
So cheers to stories, to dark ones that teaches us not
to give up, and to those who make us laugh. Cheers to writing and expressing
the feelings and concerns that troubles our minds. Cheers to creativity and
imagination because life should not be dull and uneventful.
Be the person you were always dreaming of.
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