A Star's Wish

This is a story about a star (the ones you see in the sky, not superstar-stars)

FOR WHEN YOU FEEL WORTHLESS:

Zillions of years ago, in the far outer reaches of the Universe, a star was born. 

It lived on for millions of centuries. Many beings--"on Earth or perhaps another planet--"wondered of that star in fascination. They named it a beautiful name--"the star was, after all, a Sun, but we can assume they called it something else. They created poetry about it, they sang ballads of it. They worshipped it, for they once thought of it as a deity. 

Some did criticise it--"they cursed it when the days were too hot, they avoided looking at it in the fear of being blinded--"and yet they could not imagine their lives without it. When given a choice, most people would choose the moon, in the praises of how beautiful the moon was, and how it gave them, on dark nights, a dim light for to see. They praised the moon for it's beauty, they appreciated it's silver rays. 

They loved the moon, for it gave them night, a time when they could sleep, a time when they could rest from the tiresome day that the star brought. It was only years later that they discovered that it was, after all, the bright star, that let the moon borrow it's rays, and it gave off only some light so that nights could exist for people to rest and sleep. Their still were people that hated the star, but the star did could do nothing about what they thought of it. The star worked at day and it worked at night--"the star was radiant as it gave off its rays so that people could have day and so that they could have night. It did, because even though the people didn't know, the star knew that the people would not be alive if the star was not here for them. So it worked, and it worked, and it worked--for what else could it do?

Decades passed. The star worked. Centuries passed. The star worked.
Millions of years passed. The star grew tired, and yet, the star worked.

And the star watched, too. It watched the people as they evolved--"as they civilised themselves into what they called 'human beings'. It watched as they discovered fire, it watched as they discovered that the planet that they lived on was spherical. It watched as they wore 'clothing' to cover their bodies, it watched as they built 'villages' into 'cities'. It watched as they divided themselves based on what they called 'religion' and 'race', 'colour' and 'caste'. It watched as they converted into what they called 'better' beings than what they were before, but the star wondered how they could think that they were better than their ancestors. When once the people of the land all lived as one family of a whole, now it watched as they favoured one over the other. It watched as the once kind & compassionate people turned into corrupt and heartless beasts.

On and on the star watched, for what could it do otherwise? Oh, how it wished it could speak to them, those people who the star worked so hard for. How it wished it could warn them, tell them how they themselves, those people, were working towards their own ends? But, no, the star could not do anything. So on and on the star watched, for it could do nothing otherwise.
But as the star watched, it also saw that not all hope was destroyed. The moon told the star that not all hope was lost.

The star watched on sadly as some people tried to harm themselves, to kill themselves for they thought themselves to be worthless. 

The star wished it could tell them that they were special and they were beautiful, that they were better than many other people. The star wished it could tell them that it loved them--but the star could not do anything but watch. 

The star watched as those with the kindest hearts were born, those with the strongest minds were born. It watched as they thought themselves worthless too, and the star wept for them. It wept in mourning for those who did not have anyone to weep for them when they die, it laughed at the jokes nobody else laughed at.

Sometimes the star hated it that he could not speak--at times it was a curse, and at times it was a blessing.

The star loved the people, even the most cruel of their kind. It loved them all, for it saw what made them into what they are, it saw what the people suffered through. It awed at their acts of valour, and it screamed at the injustice they showed at times.

And it watched as the planet they lived on cried out, it watched as their Earth slowly crumbled. The star watched and listened her cries helplessly, watched and listened as the people slowly died. For it could do nothing but watch and listen as they destroyed themselves, the people.

And then when the star worked, it was for the memory of the people. The star worked and it watched as its end neared, and it radiated light for the people that watched it from far away in fascination--they thought nothing of it but a tiny star somewhere far away. 

The star knew that even when it would be no more, its light would still reach those people far away and they would still think it is there when it would only be the star's light that they could see. It worked for that, for the star knew that would be the closest thing to mourning that it could ever so get.

The star grew in its size, and it could do nothing about it. The star watched as it's fires consumed her, the now destroyed and dead planet that they once called Earth. It mourned her, and it mourned the moon when the star consumed it, too. 

The star wondered if a star's wish would come true, too--the way the people believed that a falling star could fulfil theirs. The star did not know, but it wished. The star wished that when it would explode, it wished that the person who would have its particle would be everything that the corrupt and merciless people were not.

When the star died, it exploded. Each and every particle of the star blew away, out and away from the place it was earlier. And each particle in the star found its way to a place where people lived, and the particle combined with a particle from another star. The particle waited until another particle from another star came. This continued for a long, long time. Each particle that arrived came from another star far away. 

And each particle came from a star that wished--for believe it or not, every star does wish, wish that their particle makes a person better than the ones that it witnessed.
And once all the particles united, they formed a special person. A kind, compas- -sionate, strong and beautiful, a wonderful being. Do you know who that is? It's you. This is how you were born, how you were made. 

Isn't it awe-inspiring? 

We're all made of stardust, they say, and it's true.

Author's Note

I just opened notepad to write my to-do list, but somehow this...happened. This is my first writing here. Please, all kinds of reviews are welcome—grammar, wording, line-spacing, this-is-offending-certain-people, all kinds of things.

Reviews

[aether]

This is deep but really good. I didn't really pick up on any mistakes in the writing and the fact that the story is from the star's point of view is cool and interesting.