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Star Light Star Bright

"The stars are the jewels of the night,
and perchance surpass anything which
day has to show."
- Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)



When I was a child, I truly believed the world was full of endless possibilities.
I could change my whole world by simply believing with all my heart
I think that when we are adults we can loose this ability to WISH and we forget how wondrous the world around us can be.
Wishes, hopes and dreams are very powerful!  

When I was a child, I would sit on my window seat, alone in my room. 
It would be late at night and the house was still.  The light from the moon would cast it's glow like a flashlight through my windows. 
I lived in a very old house and on cold winter nights I would have to chip away at the tiny snowflakes that would form on the diamond shaped panes.  
My eyes would search for the perfect spot in the night sky for the brightest star.
Finally...I would see the one!

Closing my eyes tight, I would say those magical words, "Star light star bright, the first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight."


I knew, I had to believe with all my heart in what I was wishing for.  If not, my wish would not come true.

As an adult, I often look up at the night sky and remember. 
Remember the wishes of past. 
Some have come true and some have not. 
Nonetheless, I am happy I had them. 
Sometimes, just sometimes.....I am inspired to make a wish and I do! 
After all, WISHES are reminders of what was, what is and what could be. 


 
catwhiskers catwhiskers 31-35, F 3 Responses Nov 18, 2011

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Yes Dear TigerLillyxxx!<br />
Dreams CAN help us to realize what we truly desire deep within our hearts!<br />
Beautiful!<br />
:)

Thank you for your story comments.<br />
I can feel your pain and my heart goes out to you.<br />
You sound like you have done a lot of soul searching.....<br />
and YOU UNDERSTAND what your parents are about.<br />
People are who they are. WE can NOT change them, yes?<br />
You are already one step ahead of most people in doing this! You understand what they are about...<br />
now you can move forward with your life....CREATE your own joy and be DIFFERENT from them.<br />
Great big hugs,<br />
KAT

I think I wished upon the night sky's brightest star every night as a teen. Life was so unbareable is seemed then. I wanted my wishes to be heard by someone out there. I wanted to be rescued, scooped up, taken away from all the turmoil, unreasonableness, hatred, unkind words spoken to me, illogical, irrational people that claim they brought me into this world, not because they wanted a daughter, but because they wanted a son. Ever since I was old enough to attend school, my father has not appreciated anything about me. He fails to remember any event in my life. He refused to allow me to express myself. To either him, my mother, my brother or my uncle. Now, ten years later, I haven't necessarily stopped wishing on a star, but merely wishing on whether my desire for appreciation from the same people will ever subside. Rather than wishing if I'll ever escape their disgusting way of showing love, I wish today that I'll untie a chain that keeps me wanting to see them love me the way I want to be loved. I have moved out, but my heart can't seem to let go of them: they are alive, so therefore I feel I should be able to go to them with anything that's on my mind. Problem is, neither my mother nor father want to hear about anything I think or feel. Times haven't changed. Everyday I wish (horrible I know this is, I just can't help it) that they would just already pass on so I don't feel the horrible pulling at my heart to want to open up to them and get yelled at because of the way I feel. I want so badly someone I can talk to on a daily basis and share all of my worries, all of my fears, all of my wants, all of my frustrations, all of those things that we call experiences in life be it good or bad. They don't want to hear any of it. They don't want any part of it. It kills me more than anything: rejection by the people that brought me into this world. So many people alive have step-parents, or adopted parents. But when the truth comes out about who the birth parents are, and when the child goes searching for that relationship that they want, most end up realizing that their parents that raised them truly love them for who they are and accept everything that they've done in life, good or bad. They are loved. I don't feel loved. I don't feel accepted. I feel like the result of a sex session back in the 80's. And that's not all that far off from the truth: my father told me in the car that he only wanted to have kids because his biology told him it was time to procreate. He wanted to have sex and see the fruit of that labor. Not: he wanted to bring something beautiful in this beautiful world and share all the joys with it. Not: he wanted to spend time with someone that would grow in his shadow. Not even: he wanted to impart all the wisdom he gleaned from his time in this world and see what his children were to make of it. No. He wanted sex and didn't see any other way of having it than by making children. Want to buy condom...or even the pill for crying out loud.