What would we do if the stars only came out once every thousand years? No one would sleep that night, of course. The world would create new religions overnight. We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God.Instead, the stars come out every night and we watch television.
--Paul Hawken, "You are Brilliant and the Earth is Hiring"
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Six weeks ago, we cramped together in the corner of the 2nd floor in Jupiter's to celebrate my 23rd birthday. I attempted to connect with each of you at least once during the nite, and I even made that silly "speech".
But after all us had left, I remembered something else I wanted to say. If I could do it again, I would add something like:
"Thank you for being here. I honestly don't know what I did to deserve you."
Although the evening was supposed to honor me, saying this would have been my humble way of honoring you, to show you, as much as my words are able, how sincerely I appreciate you.
I never got around to thanking you all for making it out to my little gathering. Well, thank you.
You see, you are my stars. Like the stars, I see some of you all the time and some of you only occasionally. But to me, it doesn't matter how often you come out--every thousand years or every nite--you still make me ecstatic and delirious. Your friendship means something to me, and I want you to know it. You are not taken for granted.
I appreciate you, each individually, and for unique, specific reasons. Don't believe me? Well then, guess I'll have to prove it...
(Hint: Check your TheFacebook wall sometime this week...)
