The stars were what she loved most about the sky, and then they started to fall, one by one.

Her mother, in a car accident.

Her father, from despair.

Her sister, from disease.

Her friends, because she pushed them away.

And she would look up at the sky and see the stars slowly but surely falling.

They kept falling. They wouldn’t ever stop falling, she was sure of it.

It was inevitable.

Because whenever she would claim a star as valuable, it would fall.

And so the days flew by in a haze, and she kept watching the stars fall.

She would notice each and every one, every star’s descent more painful than the last.

And one day, her final star fell, and now she was finished.

She was done.

There was no point any longer.

Her bones were weak and weary, so she lay down for her final and eternal rest, with defeat ravaging her heart.

But right as she was taking her final breath, a bright star was born in her sky.

She felt it, and suddenly an irrational hope ignited in her, that maybe this star would stay.

She could see this star in her ended future, multiplying and creating a beautiful, shining sky.

but it was too late.

She had already let go, and she couldn’t go back.

If she had held on a little longer, maybe she would have had another chance.

Maybe she would have restored her life of heartache and sorrow to a beautiful sky.

But she had chosen her path, and now she would never get that chance.

I now ask you, when all your stars are gone,

will you give up, and lose the chance of ever seeing one again,

   or will keep looking for the light, even though it is clear there is none? 

I promise you, there is.

Have faith that you will find it, and you will.

I BELIEVE IN YOU 🫶