The stars I'm reaching out for are probably those that already died, and are nothing more than reflections of different pasts by now. Yet, I often tend to be more compelled by these types of faded opportunities. Those chances that were never explored, yet still linger around. These opportunities, these starts, are the ones I keep wishing upon. I’ll always try to grasp their tale, as they drift away to disappear in darkness and be lost, in between all the other lightbulbs of ideas lightening up the sky, .
I know these 'stars' are all projections of some intrinsic drive, 'urge' you might say, to always push myself further and keep on developing myself, by pursuing the unimaginable.
Perhaps I’ll get tired of chasing someday, and settle for the stars I can see, and no longer look for those fading tales.
But until then: I’ll continue to reach for those stars, and most definitely will have fun trying.