Every protostar wants to grow up and out shine everything else. We're born and then are told to pick a goal to work towards, and we grow up fantasizing dreams that one in a million get. Nothing ever comes to those who wait, or those who shove, it's pure luck that gets us anywhere. But we still go through hell for a hit or miss, and those who miss have scars and stories but they don't go far. We're all start out as a dull speck of dust, hoping to be swept up by the right crowd and blast off into the older stars who are far more wiser. Most stars are pretty, but pretty doesn't mean anything in the eyes of Hollywood. I write this like I know what I'm talking about, I don't, just another big shot hoping for a spot in the sky.
written 7/8/24
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