Would You Live Life, Differently?

If you were given a chance to live life differently, how would you live it?

I want to live it the way the sunlight drowns itself in a vacant room every 5:23 am. Reaching the forgotten sock underneath the bed. Kissing the blue paper clip beside the empty coffee cup. Touching every horizon of tomorrow that a hazy four-corner room once fantasized of. Caressing the sheets, pillows and mattress of an unoccupied bed. Simply bringing light in every forgotten, broken, lonely and abandoned memory.

I want to live it the way the leaves fall down the ground every Autumn – softly, slowly, smoothly. Cascading thru the wind; travelling, running and trying. Shifting back and forth; swaying and partly somersaulting. Bouncing back three-feet high – pulled by gravity. And as it reaches the ground, it will be safely staying and continuously colliding with the world’s perplexity. Content to where it will eventually end – accepting and realizing the fact that falling down is not a bad thing at all. 

I want to live it the way the water run down the ocean. Often stagnant yet always and perpetually moving forward. Abundant in many ways. Essential for everyone, yet knows the reality that the feeling of being wanted is a scary thing here on Earth. Crystal clear with its filled-intentions. Calm when there is no external force applied. Deep enough to sink its own uncertainties and unknowns. With depth that heals yesterday’s scar, and current that revives the truthfulness of the shore. With waves that dance with the sand, with vibrant reflection of the revolving world.

I want to live it the way the stars cast their own spell in the sky every night. Clothing the skyline with small hopes yet enormous courage. Blinking in rhythm with the moon, and sending warm colors for those who are far from home. Lost, but not lost enough to forget the promises of tomorrow. Found, but not found enough not to wander the bliss of faith. Empty, but not empty enough not to give the remnants of the cosmic. Full, but not full enough to be still haunted by breathless thoughts. Vanishing with the world’s heaviness; blindly alive with the things in between.

I want to live it the way a child finds himself fond of riding a carousel. Naïve yet obedient enough to follow rules. Since obedience is important to be given the chance to take the ride. With complete faith that he will not fall as the ride starts. Holding tight unto the thought that at the end of the ride; 

"he can always try again"