🌟 Are We Alike 🌟


Hello Star,

Are you made of dust?

Just as we are born from clouds of dust, our existence is fleeting and fragile.

Are you made of light?

A fusion reaction burns within you, just as internal conflicts within us propel us towards the light.

Are you visible?

As darkness envelops you, so too do the struggles and challenges in our lives that make us authentic.

Do you twinkle?

As your light traverses different atmospheric layers, so too do we take risks and forge our own paths in the world to make ourselves shine.

Are we similar, or are humans different from stars?

If we are similar, do you love?

If so, how do you love? Why do you love?

Even humans cannot fully comprehend the complexities of love.

So are we similar or different?

If you are a star, then perhaps we too are stars in our own right.

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