She Who is a Star.

The girl looked into the stars. She saw nothing except the unimportance of her life. That she was a star twinkling like all the others. Everyone twinkled. But every now and then, there was a planet. Something that could breed life. Life and love. It wasn’t fair. Why must she be a star? Why must she be insignificant? She could not accept the fact that the majority of the world would not know she existed. She could not accept the fact that no one would know she died. She could not accept the fact that she was a star.

Meanwhile, the boy looked into the stars. He saw a beautiful pool of glistening white. The background may have been his heart, swirling and new. A galaxy waiting to be discovered. Although it may not get its wish of being unveiled, it will be admired with all the beauty of itself, that is the boy. He thinks that he is a star. He thinks that being a star is the best thing that could ever happen to his consciousness. A living being. What a wonderful thing to happen! Even though he would be moving from the only home he ever knew, he would continue to be the light and heat of people’s lives. No matter what. He loved that he was a star.

The girl held her breath for a few moments, looking down to the floor. Well, soil. She picked some up in her hand and stood up. Her face scrunched in anger, before she threw the soil as far as she could (not very far.) “Why do you get to be a planet when I am a mere light in the sky?” She questioned quietly, hiking away from the hill where she used to lay. 

The next day at her school, she looked to her friends for their insight. They all simply said, “Why does it matter?” The girl did not like this answer.

When she got home, she showed her parents the test she had gotten an A on. She was a planet, for sure, with these great grades. Important, she was. Her parents smiled and pat her on the head, “What a star you are!” This enraged the girl. 

She stormed to her room, shutting the door behind her with force. The girl grabbed her phone from her pocket, flicking it on and texting her friends for insight once again. They did not reply. 

Her head was fuming. She simply did not understand why she was chosen to be unimportant. Everyone else was a star, of course, but nothing made her special. It was so frustrating to her. So frustrating. 

After a week of asking people around her, the girl forgot all about the fact she was a star. She forgot that she was unimportant. Her mind pushed it aside, in hopes that maybe she would forget. Finally, she did forget. 

One day, she was in class. There was a boy. He looked at her the same way the sky did, with importance. The girl skipped over to his desk and sat in a chair beside him. Her arms crossed over her chest, keeping her guard up. She asked him, “Do you think I’m a star?” The boy raised his eyebrow in confusion, before chuckling a bit. “Of course. You are a star.” The girl looked angry. He sensed she did not like this answer. “But stars are wonderful. Being a star is one of the most wonderful things to be. You are bright and glistening, but you are like the others. Everything is fair when you are a star. You all are born, grow, and then die out. You all share the same purpose. To live.” He stated. Her expression changed, amazed at how he viewed this. She scooted closer, “How do you know this?” He laughed once again. “I love astronomy.” He said.

The girl and boy grew closer over the next few years. She began to live. They always talked about the stars. Always talked about planets. One day, they went to that same hill that the girl had been to many years ago. She didn't resent the hill, but she didn't love it.

He laid down next to the girl, looking into the stars as she had once done. He saw her in the stars. Beautiful and twinkling. A milky way of feelings. A part of his big picture. His life. 

She saw him in the stars. Unimportant, yet a small piece of her picture. Her life. A beauty that only the galaxy possesed. He may be the human reincarnation of space and beyond. 

The boy looked over at the girl, a smile on his face. “You know, sometimes when stars collide they make a new star. One more important than the two stars before.” She turned to look at him with confusion. “Something bigger than it used to be. Then, it warms a planet. It brings life to a place that would have been left cold and distant without. Like our sun. We never look at it directly, sometimes even forget it’s there, but it always keeps us alive. You see, we are the stars of people’s lives.”

The girl finally understood that it wasn’t about being the vessel. It wouldn’t matter, because it was fair. They were birthed, they grew, then they died. But the point of being a star was living. Being there for other people, even when they forgot about you sometimes. It was the fact that you were alive that was your purpose.  

“Since when did you get so knowledgeable about stars?” she asked.

He laughed. “When I got to know you, of course,” he answered, intertwining his fingers with hers. A small smile appeared on her face. She would be OK. 

For once in her life, being a star in a world perspective was fine. She was a star in his life. She was a star in her parent’s life.

Relative to most people in her life, she was a planet.

But did she want to be a planet after all?

She looked into the stars as she had a few years ago, but this time, she saw everything.