Rewrite The Stars

I’ve been told that our dreams are like stars; beautiful to see, but far to touch. But everyone sees these stars. What matters is that who actually has the strength to reach out for them. To make it their reality. I believed that our paths are lightened up by these same stars, and that each of us have a destiny, and it’s just a matter of time, courage, and belief that we realize it.      As for my destiny? It was dancing. My path was cleared up for me since I was only eight, when I first got my ballet shoes for my birthday. The rhythm, the movements, the freedom… it all turned me into another person.      As an eight-year-old, everything was simple. Because when you’re a kid, anything is possible. You’re not afraid to dream. You’re not afraid to believe. You can be anyone you want, and nobody would care. But the world has a weird way of taking all that away from you piece by piece, each day that you wake up a day older. I think maybe it’s because we forget how to believe. But I’m still fighting. I’m still fighting for my belief, and I’m still fighting for my dream, even now that I’m older. Now, that everyone thinks they know what is good for me, better than myself.      But it doesn’t matter. Because life has taught me in these seventeen years that the world is full of surprises and Time has no mercy. It taught me that the clock still goes on even if you hold your breath. Maybe I was too afraid, or maybe I was too courageous, or maybe it was even destiny, I don’t know. But there was something that made me go through with it. There was something that made me pack my bag at three in the morning, lead me out of my childhood home, and gave me the strength to not look back. I don’t know whether I was running away from something old, or was I running towards something new. I still don’t know.      What I do know, is that this is not the story of my dark times. This is not about how I chose to follow my stars. Not even about how I decided to run away from home in order to follow my dream. But this is a story about a boy who cured my blindness and helped me out of the dark.      Zach Walter…      He always used to say that we all have eyes, but only a few can see the world beautiful. And now that I look back, I wish I lived in his world. I think everything was pretty messed up in there, with a little bit of crazy. But I know for a fact that it was beautiful.      This is a story of how he showed me that we can rewrite the stars.