scbegonias

A pitch black sky. In that sky, no moon. No clouds. Only stars.

One particular star gleams more than the rest. Its light like a gem of the finest quality. Elegant, eloquent, gleaming.

"Star light, star bright, first star I've seen tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight." Child's rhymes? Or perhaps something more?

Your star is oppressed by the comments of others. Your heart heavy with fear. You are caught in the tangled web of others' fears. At times, you feel desolate, alone, lost.

You have told me that you are weak, afraid. You are wrong. You are strong. The mighty lioness hunts to feed her children. She eats first, because she needs her strength if everyone is to survive in the pride.

Do you understand? Can you see the priority? Can you imagine why you must take care of yourself first?

You are the keeper of the time. Before you say that there is not time for you, remember, for all things you deem important, you will make time.

So do so, before the light of the star is snuffed out.

The stars guide the lost. If one star is gone, the lost are lost forever.