An extremely quiet night...
No clouds, no starts, no breeze...
I sat in the darkest Conner of my room, talking to an important someone. I was holding my phone as tight as I can. I thought if I loosen the phone a little bit, I would lose the sense of that warm breath forever...
Tears... Like figure skaters, drawing crazy curves on my face. Although I couldn't see it, I knew my face was messed up like a piece of baked potato being smashed on the floor...
But my mind was far more worse than that... I couldn't even sense my feeling... There was scare, sadness, disappointment, anger, craziness, whatever you can think of.
Bad memories... Noise, yelling, sound of broken glass, crying...Who are that man and that woman? And who's that little girl crying in the closet?
Journal... The last page... The dark page... My secretes... NO! They didn't have to be secretes! It's only because no one would listen to me! Now I'm tired to talk about it again. I've thought about it in my mind thousands of times, yet no one listened.
Suddenly, a big shooting start swept across the sky right in front of my window, making a beautiful curve in the dark. I should make a wish. But I wondered, how many people saw that shooting start and made wishes upon it. Then, I wondered, with so many wishes, would that shooting start feel tired and refuse to finish his "job"? Was he ever willing to carry our wishes? Has he ever complained? But, no matter how he thought or how much I worried about him, people still made wishes upon him. I don't have the right to stop them from having hopes.
I felt pity for that shooting star. What if he has a wish as well? Who would make his wish come true? Maybe he never had one because by the time he became a shooting start, he has already burned into dust in the universe...
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What if shooting stars were designed and made to carry wishes? If God created them to assume our wishes, would there be a limit to the number of wishes they can carry? And what if, in their disintegration into "dust in the universe", they also deliver the fabric of the hopes and dreams of the wish we cast upon them? Then their disintegration would be the completion of their mission and not their demise.
Remember as well that the universe and its mysterious workings are seen and identified through the lens of our own personal experiences. We need to step outside of ourselves to gather a more true understanding of what is truly there and to begin to comprehend the magic of it all.
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