I was looking at the sparkling stars and wondering how do they look like from close distance. Are they nice, or like the moon they are grey, stony and cold? Is their light just an illusion born from the long distance between us and them? Are they modified and enhanced by our imagination and hidden desires?
You can wish on a falling star. But have you ever thought where they fall to? What happens to them after that? Maybe they reach the earth and get lost in the crowd. Small, lost stars living among us and making our days brighter.
Or maybe with that last fall they sacrifice their lives for our wishes. Are our wishes worth stars or are we wasting them simply because at that unexpected moment we couldn’t think of anything better?
What would they tell, if we could talk to them? How do we look from up above? I guess our “huge” problems are so small and unnoticed from there, and our “big” plans seem so funny in the cosmic time frame. After all we are only a fraction of second, a small piece of life from their point of view. We are so small and weak, that we depend on star’s decision to fall or not.
We spend years looking for our soul mates from the opposite sex. Some are lucky to find them at the end, some are not so lucky. And the kind stars are smiling at the first and regret that they can’t show the way for the second group. They watch the chaotic movements of people, who always look for what they don’t have, don’t see what they have and dream of what they don’t really need.
Stars keep falling, but the world does not get better. People still stay blind and make mistakes. They wait for the night in order to fall asleep and escape the reality, see dreams and enjoy the sensations.
But some people don’t sleep. Those enjoy the silence of the night, absorb the intense darkness of the sky and observe the sparkling stars… The stars which shine so bright, live so far and grant us only one falling wish each…
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So poetic, so deep, so beautiful…
Thank you Ani
Dear Ani,
When in school, there was this Aunt who showed me how to wish upon the first star in the horizon. To cross the index and middle finger and look through that space at the first star that was visible in the falling dusk.I continued to do that for a long time. Can’t remember what I wished for then. But I want to say that I simply believed her when she said that this was one way to wish for something.
I miss seeing the night sky awash with stars…
New thoughts.Still mulling over what you said.Thank you,Ani.
Best wishes,
Sheela.
Thank you Ani. Very poetically said… and yes, I … sleep, in order to dream or I am .. day-dreaming!! ;]
LOVE,
Thelma.
Thanx Thelma
Deal All,
I am so grateful for your comments. It was the best suprise I had even received in the morning. What you wrote made me think that after all I don’t write only for myself, as I thought before. Maybe some people need and like what I write.
Please feel free to qoute anything you like from the story.
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Huge THANK YOU, Mr. Coelho for taking the time to read my story and for publishing it in your blog. It means a LOT to me.
Hugs,
Ani
I just come to look at stars then I put myself on the blog and… I read your magnificent story !
Thank you very much for this moment of poetry. Thanks to you my heart is joyful
In the same way Ani thinks here about stars, I often reflect on God. Replace the word star or stars by God and read then the text once more and you will understand what I mean.
Stars are looking at us in a blind envy to Human Dance,which only we Human Beings are priveleged to perform as long as the Desire lasts..
Thank you for this story dear Ani..
“After all we are only a fraction of second, a small piece of life from their point of view. We are so small and weak, that we depend on star’s decision to fall or not.”
Maybe we are not so small or weak in their eyes..Maybe we are like stars to them…some of us are still dark,and havent put our ‘dresses made of Light’ and so their canvas is dark (like the dark of the sky), these ‘dark stars’ are like little lamps hidden, and so we can only see their dark shadow..however some of us are shiny and sparkle and they are not afraid to shine and spread their LIght, and their canvas is full of color, giving motivation to the other ‘dark stars’ to shine also..
Thank you
Love and Graditude
Annie
Hola! Ani lo invisible para los ojos lo has hecho visible para el pensamiento, por lo general solemos decir verdades dolorosas (cruel realidad) pero lograste resaltar una realidad hermosa…muy lindo! Gracias!
You write beautifully, Ani, and so profoundly. Your prose reads like poetry, and each line leads us to a newfound treasure: here a diamond sparkling, there the glimmer of an emerald, each stanza revealing some unexpected nugget of great wisdom.
“…People, who always look for what they don’t have, don’t see what they have and dream of what they don’t really need.” I’ve probably never read a better or more concise description of the human species. If you don’t mind, I’ll add this one to my file of quotes.
“Or maybe with that last fall they sacrifice their lives for our wishes. Are our wishes worth stars…?” I love this concept, and I will definitely have to remind myself of this the next time that I stand poised to wish upon a star. It is good for us to question our desires in this way, to question whether the things we seek to obtain or achieve are really worth striving for – are they worth the death of a star?
Thank you, Ani, for sharing with us both your beautiful prose and your deep insight into the human condition.
Wishing you the very best in all things!
Savita
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are!
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Wonderful story Annie.
love
C.
Oops sorry Ani, misspelled your name dear!
Carolena,
I just checked your website. I’m very impressed and glad to find a person like you on the web!
Thank you Ani.. it is just typical of us human, “to always look for what they don’t have, don’t see what they have..” i am always looking, even though what i currently have most people can only dream of.
MAGNIFICENT!!
Dear Ani star,…
You shine in the silence of the night while the day is you too.
Thank you for your beautiful story, one falling wish upon an open heart.
Blessings
Hildegarde
xxx