Live like the sun, die like the star

Finding a written piece of thoughts that you were sure you had somewhere here and not finding it can be quite disheartening. There are so many things that make me feel the same way, like the song I want to hear right now but cant find it among these thousands of other monotones, or like looking for that tool that would help me finish the job. But putting all this aside, how does all this happen, why do we end up missing things like holes in our realization. Why do we think what is, for it apparently is not. Starting your days with a positive note, finding yourself in a crisis and finishing the day in hope of a better tomorrow, life can turn into sinusoidal curves. We forget that life has always been one curve. Waiting to ride the crest we forget that crest will be followed by the inseparable trough. This crest wont last but then the only curve that can keep me well spirited for tomorrow is the only curve you cant take away, A Smile. I smile, laugh I would rather say on all the misfortunes of the day for they give me, show me the stairway to a lesser painful other days. I constantly seek to smile, for we should learn from the stars who shine brighter as they die but still manage to live long enough to make a show that is recorded in our books and thoughts forever, The Super-Nova. A death we look forward to, the death of a star, quite pleasing for a show of death. I read recently, The stars shine because they bleed. For we must bleed for us to shine.