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the stars

I have always loved the stars.

My mom taught us how to wish on the stars when we were kids. We would sit on the sundeck, our eyes glued to the night sky, and when we spotted a star, we would say, "Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight." And then close our eyes and wish. Of course, the rule with all wishes is to keep them secret or else they won't come true! 

To this day, I still wish on stars. What I wish for has changed over the years. As a kid, I wished for toys or promises. Sometimes I would even wish for my grandparents to come back (from the dead, which of course was never going to happen). Now I find myself wishing for Big things. World peace, a healthy planet, or for everyone to have (at minimum) their basic needs met. 

And sometimes, I wish for things I want for myself. I think it's okay to be a little selfish every now and again, right? And of course, taking care of (and wanting things for) yourself is not selfish. After all, you're the one who has to live your life. And I feel like if I take care of myself, the better I can support others. 

(I'll keep my personal wishes to myself though).

Unfortunately, living in the city means dealing with light pollution. I can still catch a few glimpses of the stars, but there is nothing like being out in the middle-of-nowhere, away from the city lights, where you can see the constellations, shooting stars, and even the milky way. I swear I could look at the stars forever.

Right now, I can see the Big Dipper from my window. I sit on that window sill so often these days. And even on cloudy days, I turn off all the lights in my room, sit on that sill, and wait for the clouds to part so I can immediately wish on the first star I see. 

That is, after I confirm it's not an airplane.  You never know, right? One of these days, a wish is bound to come true.





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