Chapter 1:

A Wish Upon A Star

After Wasting All of My Life Doing Nothing I Wished Upon a Star To Live a Fulfilling Life


My eyes felt like anchors as I stared at my phone.

“It’s 2 AM already?”

I laughed to myself.

“Man, what am I doing with my life,” I said with a light chuckle.

It was just one of those days. The sort of days where you really need to ask yourself what have you really done in life.

It was like a frequent episode that pops into your head.

What are you doing with your life?

I laid still, my eyes now closed.

-What am I doing with my life? I thought to myself.

Seriously, in the past 17 years of my life, what have I really accomplished?

Reality hit me hard. I felt the pressure coming onto me.

-What have I done with my life? I thought once more.

I had no trophies, no hobbies, and I didn’t even have a skill that I’m particularly good at.

How have I lived my whole life accomplishing nothing?

I stayed quiet, my thoughts coming to a halt…

It was laughable.

How did I not even aspire to be good at something?

I felt sick. I felt as if I was going to puke.

-College is only a year away, I told myself.

-Only a year away and yet I have no idea of what I’m even gonna do while I’m there. Do I even know if I’m even gonna get into college?

My eyes opened abruptly, my feeling of fatigue fading away.

“Man… am I really gonna live my whole life like this?” I asked myself.

Pacing back and forth between my desk and bed, my thoughts went wild before I stopped myself, taking a deep breath.

“Relax,” I told myself. “You just need some air, that's all.”

I went over and opened up the window that had laid close to my desk.

“Wow,” I said in a whisper.

The night sky was something to marvel at. With tiny stars complimenting the crescent moon hanging above the earth, a small object caught my eye.

Racing its way past the other stars, I looked up in awe as I observed the rock that brought beauty to the skies. It was a shooting star. It had to be.

“Wow,” I said once more. I mean, what else could I say?

I clasped my hands together and lowered my head.

It’s dumb, I know, wishing upon a shooting star. It seemed childish, but even so…

“I wish for only one thing…” I said to the star. “I wish to live a fulfilling life.” 

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