Shooting Stars

Suppose you're walking on a silent and deserted street, after a long day of work - tired, stressed, disoriented, angry, and confused. And then, you look up, at the majestic and mystic sky. You see all those  tiny points of light, burning out, to lighten your night, just like the gleam in the eyes of someone you love; you notice the moon, maybe crescent, overshadowing the cotton like clouds with its white glow. And then, you see a shooting star. For that moment, the pain doesn't matter. No answers are required; all that remains in the void of your mind is a wish, a hope, a change. You make a silent wish and watch the departure of the star into the fading sky. You pray, maybe for yourself, maybe for someone close to you or sometime for the world at large. You pray, for your prayers to be heard, for your dedication to be noted, for hopes to be reawakened. That is when a sudden bliss warms up your heart. It is the utter uncertainty of the entire situation that that ironically makes your efforts and focus certain.

Strange, isn't it, how people attach will and emotions to a star, a falling star, believing with all their heart and sinew that a new morning will arise? Maybe that is the way we were created, to find life in the dead, high in the low. We were meant to gaze up at the sky in the unpromising moments of our lives, to wait for that least probable instant, in which you see a shooting star and find direction and hope.