Wish Upon a Star

I used to be a kid at heart. I loved cartoons even if my parents always nag me to stop watching them. I believed in fairy tales although all the signs say that there’s no such thing as a happy ending. I was fascinated by magic even if I knew in my mind they were just tricks. I still hoped for Santa Clause every Christmas despite the truth that he does not exist. And yes, I wished upon stars at night, silently praying that if I persistently wished for the same thing every night, they would finally give in and grant my wish.

“Star light, star bright. The first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might…” These were the very words I whispered before I declared my wish. Yes, I was that pathetic. I couldn’t help it. The stars were really kind to me. I don’t know if they were just mere coincidences, but as far as I remember, all my wishes did come true.

Because of this, I started to believe that nothing was impossible. That if I put my mind into something, believed hard enough that it could happen, it would happen. And they did happen. Well, for a while, they did.

I don’t know what went wrong, what I did wrong. But things turned sour for me. My wishes stopped coming true. It felt as if the world was against me. So I stopped believing. I turned cynical. I grew up and eventually, I lost the child in me.

It has been a while since that time. Because of the very-much-publicized once-in-a-lifetime appearance of Mars in the Earth’s sky, I got to look up once again into the stars. I almost forgot how beautiful they were. How magical they seemed. And I couldn’t help it. I made a wish.

It doesn’t really matter if that wish would come true or not. I’m just happy I was finally able to face reality and stop blaming the stars.

But it won’t really hurt to hope.