The night I saw a shooting star, I didn’t make a wish

I was walking my dog and not expecting anything. It was a quiet night and the sky was clear – the stars were twinkling like it was performaing a dance for my entertainment. Then, a streak of light cut through it – a shooting star that unraveled something.

I would quickly make a wish when I see one and move on. Most people did that too. Maybe you did too. But, have you noticed that the wish you had in the shooting star is the same as the one your heart repeatedly screams at you – similar to those prayers you had in church or a job you sincerely was wishing to get hired.

A shooting star is not about an outside force that gives you what you want. It is about your inner voice that wants something, a sincere inner desire. A wish implanted in your heart that was thought difficult to get and felt like a divine intervention is needed.

Although shooting stars are simply space debris burning up in Earth’s atmosphere – a fleeting event that exists for seconds and never again in the same way. And maybe that’s why it seemed like an element that gives miracles, something that we could cling into or would help us get what we want.

That time I saw one after a while, I didn’t even make a wish. I just stood there, realizing how long it had been since I looked up at the sky, see a shooting star, and tried to ask for something. I got excited for a split second, halted my dog, closed my eyes, put my hands together, and ready to make a wish. But, my excitement faded faster than that of the falling star. I realized how much the past years had changed – I now have everything I needed – those that I was consistently praying for years ago.

Maybe a shooting star isn’t about the wish, maybe it is about drowning the noise in your head to create a quiet space for you to better hear and understand your heart’s desires.

The next time you see a shooting star, grab the opportunity of that split second. Try to make a wish. It is not just a simple wish, it is a form of reassessing yourself.