Like brilliant gems, they are the rarest of beings, created under pressure, and sparkling.
I think of Robin Williams as one of those people.
No matter what endeavors they undertake, no matter how successful they may be at those endeavors, and no matter how hard those people may try to be like everyone else, they always shine brighter…whether they want to or not, and whether or not they deep-down believe they even deserve to.
Especially during those times when, instead of being a brilliant, sparkling gem, maybe they just want to be a pebble and blend in.
Maybe, all that shining brilliance was too much to handle. Maybe that shining brilliance was too much for a gentle spirit to grasp, and too much to be contained in one human being, on one small planet.
Robin Williams' death came between last night's Supermoon, and tonight's Perseid Meteor Showers, which seems eerie and strangely fitting.
Maybe, ultimately, all that shining brilliance needed to fly free of Earthly tethers that must have strained to anchor his creative spirit enough for average mortals to even barely grasp…
…Especially for him to grasp, because he, too was mortal.
Fly free, and shine brightly, Mr. Williams. May you find peace.