of stars

there are people who are insanely special. You must have encountered at least one of these people in your life's travails; in a glance, in a momentary encounter. In passing. They have that special something, like an aura. You feel refreshed after being with them, for however brief it was. You feel all...golden, sort of. Like their shimmer has left a little residue on you. A feeling of contentment and good fortune bubbles up from somewhere within you, from your centre, past your heart, up through your throat till it swells in your mouth - and suddenly, you just HAVE to smile.

I imagine what it is like to be one of these people. Just - completely and utterly good. Do they ever have negative thoughts? Do they ever argue with themselves, or doubt theirselves or their goodness?

I like to make people laugh, even if it is at me. I often wonder what it would be like to make people's lives better, just by being there. I would love to have such a talent: to calm, reasure, comfort, and make someone happy - all in a glance. In passing.

I am fortunate enough to have contact with people all golden, like stars. They don't make you feel any dimmer - rather, they enliven you, they make you shine.

Heedlessly, we cannot help but to gravitate towards them.


I think I would like to be a star. Perhaps if I work hard for it, I will be as entitled to it as those to whom it is naturally given.




I have it within myself to shine. I must.