A star falls from the sky and into your hands. Then it seeps through your veins and swims inside your blood and becomes every part of you. We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand. Whether it’s up in the sky or here in your hands. And one day, it'll fall from the sky and hit you in the head real hard and that time, you won't have to put it back in the sky again. Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire. And then you have to put it back into the sky. And it's the most painful thing you'll ever have to do and that you've ever done. But what's yours is yours. That's what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you're not so lovable. why are trying so hard to fit in, when you're born to stand out.

<center><em>I always find it funny when I watch actors talking about, 'I chose to do this part.' A lot of times it's 'you're lucky to get the job.' We're like, ![thomas.gif](https://steemitimages.com/DQmZQFTdgWxtPvFCwSb4DwEYkuQJ3z6KHfVV7W2p5L96Vvv/thomas.gif) so much.'</center>
**With respect,**![0006.gif](https://steemitimages.com/DQmZVufFpmfgKqwYdDUuwzYXDPYyHEtWPgc71PFxe9rKPfe/0006.gif)</em>