They couldn’t help it, they had stars in their eyes. Bright burst of fireworks encapsulated in their sights, little pin drops of explosions, one by one they shine and shone, filling their beings with life and fire, delighting themselves, fear, they had none. What is it about confidence that oozes delectability? And what is it about inner strength that speaks to not only them, but me? Because, I, as narrator of this tale, I am also here to be affected, lights and sounds within my view and ears, can I share this, can I tell? I am not the only one with stars in my eyes, when I look at the those before me, those who succeeded in their own style, and the others who admire, who view this situation for what it is, entirely pleased be they, it is involuntary. Stars in our eyes, this I’ll admit, when I’m looking at us, looking at it, success is not an option, success is the only way, the ironic moment comes when I realise I’ve been staring in the mirror with the others, together, the whole time, always. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Photo by Daniel Lincoln on Unsplash
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