Why reach for the stars...
by: Me

**This is jus something I wrote for creative writing and it may not really make sense to you if you don't understand what I am truely talkin' about...**
I once was reaching for the moon…feeling helpless and upset for myself, and happened to grab a star. That luminous body stayed with me throughout the toughest of times. Sadly enough though, even the brightest stars burn out and leave you with a feeling of emptiness. This made me question, why reach for a star when they always burn out.
After long thoughts and consideration, I decided I wanted the sun. The sun isn’t going to burn out anytime soon. So I sorted my feelings and thoughts out and decided one day, I would reach for the sun.
Although I did reach the sun, I never did take it. I did attempt to many of times. It’d be right there in my finger tips and I just couldn’t grab it, something inside of me was telling me no. I often lay awake at night pondering why I hadn’t just snatched it when I had the chance. It was, after all, right in my hand. One day it finally hit me. I understood why the voice was telling me to leave the sun be.
Some may not understand, but I do. I realized that I couldn’t have the sun. How selfish I was to even consider taking away everyone else’s sun. If I were to steal the sun away, everyone else’s world would be filled with darkness. I would never want to fill someone else’s world with gloom.
Sometimes, it disappoints me to know that I never did get my sun, but I now have it’s warmth with me forever. I tried though and I felt its warmth, not to many people can say that. I’ll always have the scars in my heart from where the sun burned me, and I hope that scar never fades away.