Journey of a little star
The little star was born one breezy spring day. Her name was... ah, it has been lost to time.
She opened her eyes and was instantly curious.
Curious about the vast world,
about the machines whirring and bringing life to the quiet landscape,
even about creation itself.
The little star's mama showed her all that she wanted to see.
She brought her from place to place,
taught her about the wonders, secrets and dangers of the world,
shared with her the precious love of creation.
One day, the little star was lonely. She wanted now to go out into the universe and meet other little stars like her.
Her mama reluctantly agreed, warning her that she might not find quite what she was looking for.
The star argued anything she would find would be an improvement over finding nothing at all.
Much of what the star found at first confused her and overwhelmed her.
Then, she slowly started to understand many of the other stars did not shine like her,
did not share in the curiosity that had been the whole of her for so long,
did not have mama stars who taught them to appreciate creation itself.
Some stars even rejected their own starriness,
shied away from any little shimmer or sparkle or brightness,
even from "light-years", the means of travel - of change! - itself,
outright dismissed the idea of finding their own shine one day.
These were the ones that scared her the most.
For a short time, the star tried her hardest to look for the slightest radiance in everyone.
It was tiring and ultimately fruitless work.
This, she decided, was not the way.
For another time, the star tried to hide herself from shine,
for she wanted to experience the darkness for herself.
(This worked, quite well in fact, but she did not learn much that she had not yet gathered from observation.)
One day, our little star made a decision.
She decided that no matter the dark planets that stood in her path,
no matter the many uninviting corners of the universe,
no matter the cost she would have to pay,
she would forever shine on any and every being who would welcome her warmth.
Not burning, mind you; not passion that is so often ephemeral.
Nor a naive machine that does nothing more than the job described of it.
just
pure
love.
For the friendly stars who noticed her presence would always shine just a little bit brighter the next day.