STARS

“When you wish upon a star, doesn’t matter who you are. When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true.” Yeah…something like that.

I wish I had a quarter for every time I looked up into the night sky with tear stained cheeks, wishing for what never happened. What never came. Not one fucking time.

I’m that person. The one who keeps the faith, but never reaps the reward for being steadfast and true. Loyalty will kill you, if you allow it. I have always accepted what I got instead. I didn’t like it much, but I lived through it. I added it to my portfolio of torment and delusion. I mean, “everything happens for a reason”, right? Sometimes I think shit just happens for no earthly fucking reason, and we just have to live through it whether we like it or not.

Life is sick and twisted. It is hell bent on making you suffer through everything you don’t wish for, just to hear you beg and plead for better. The better, that shows it’s face in short spurts, just so you don’t lose all hope, and keep wishing. Wishing upon that same star high in the dark sky. The star that holds a thousand years of wishes. The star of hope.

Hope only appears when there is despair. The stars feed off of tears and despair. They hear the prayers and twinkle with promise. They allow you to dream of a brighter future. They send down their protection of false hope, so that you can go on living through your twisted circus you call life. But they do nothing but hang in the sky. They watch you suffer in silence, while waiting for your wishes to come true.

I stopped wishing, and started doing. I added myself to the equation of getting shit done. And you know what? It has worked so much better than idle wishing. I look up at the stars and see a million spotlights shining down on me, waiting for my next act. I am the star of my own show. Not them. They have nothing to do with my life. They are helpless. I am not. They are forced to watch. I can close my eyes. They are affixed in the universe. I can walk away.

I am the star that fell to earth. I hold the power of a thousand wishes. I am the hope of today. And I will make my own fucking dreams come true.

Published by The Musings Of an Angry Woman

I'm glad you stopped in to check it out! My purpose in creating this blog, is to give insight into how a positive outlook can overpower a negative life. It all starts with self-respect. I'm angry at myself for wasting so many years on things that weren't important in the end. Forgive yourself for doubting yourself. Work your mind. The mind gives power to the body. My hope is to help someone to believe in themselves again.

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