I wish I believed in shooting stars.
Maybe then I’d be living my fantasy.
Only then could I understand.
Why the sky is full of stars, to be wished upon.
I wish I lived in the moments.
Maybe then I’d realize how life sets you apart to your own journey.
I wish I forced my limits to the sky.
Maybe then I would understand what it’s like to be airborne.
I wish I jumped to opportunities.
Maybe then I’d have been far away living my dreams.
I wish life was unfair.
Maybe then I’d have accepted how fair it in its existence.
Life is a journey.
Full of wishes set out free into the universe.
At the end of every sunset, it doesn’t matter where I’m going or where I am.
All that is brought forth into the horizon in each sunrise is the importance.
An importance of whether or not I keep on moving.
The distance in-between serves as a reminder.
A reminder to keep on wishing, to keep on moving, to keep on building, to keep on growing!
After it’s all said and done, nothing will change how it began.
As a wish!
I’ve been drowned in so many wishes, but no regrets in the end.
Life turns out better than the wish of my wishes, every day.
Everyday, the stars keep on shooting.
So why regret and the sky is full of them?