once there was a star...
whose glow illuminated the night...
gave light to the darkness...
travelers marvel at its glory...
gave thanks to the guidance it gave...
the star was happy...
it enjoyed the adoration...
the love...
it felt it has a purpose...
a meaning to its existence...
then one fateful day...
out of curiosity of the world below...
it peek to far and slipped...
crushing down to the earth in a deafening fall...
the star survived...
but one of its point was chipped...
from that day on...
it no longer feel any joy...
it cannot see beyond the scar...
it was no longer pretty...
no longer perfect...
it was ashamed...
every night as it glows...
everyone will notice...
this defect that will mark the rest of its eternity...
it was miserable...
its purpose and meaning were lost...
its life wasted...
then one fateful night...
as its tears slip down from heaven onto the earth...
a young boy looked up to the crying star...
"why do u cry?"...
"because i am no longer pretty"...
"because i no longer have purpose"...
"but why?"...
"we adore u not for the perfect symmetry u had"...
"we marvel not in ur beauty of shape"...
"u left us in awe for ur marvellous glow"...
"light that can be seen from miles away"...
"u brought light to the darkness around us"...
"u guided us in our paths"...
"that surely is ur purpose"...
"that surely would be your beauty"...
how many times do we let a regrettable incident define us...
but our purpose is not the incident...
we were before that incident...
we still are after the incident...
whatever scars we picked up along the way
all we need to do is not forget how we used to shine...
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