My star

Sometimes you feel like there is a star falling off your grip. Like you had caught it and it was beautiful. But slowly and steadily it was starting to tingle. Just a tingle. You ignored, because it’s your star. After all how many people really catch a star. It’s a rarity. And you nurture the star,  you feel like it’s talking to you. It’s your good luck charm. It’s that one lucky mascot that lets you fight the world with such confidence that you think you are invincible. It becomes a part of you,  it is you. And then slowly you realise the tingle is increasing. It’s become like a bunch of tiny little pain points in your fist. But you hold on tighter,  because you know that the star is your strength. It’s your start point for happiness. It’s the loci of your joy. That star is what you wake up every morning looking forward to. It’s brightness makes you feel like you are meant to do more and be more. It is the harbinger of your dreams,  ambitions,  beliefs and by now even your being. But slowly and surely the pain points are growing. You can start to see the star boring holes into your fist. The light is starting to escape. But you don’t want to let go. Why should you? It was a lot of effort to catch it. It’s your star. It’s what gives you the reason to go on living. And slowly your fist is numb. Your arms are turning blue. It’s the star. You know it is. You are still holding on to it. As tight as you can. But you haven’t realised that you are so hell bent on just not letting the star go, that you are not happy any more. You are in pain. You are hurting. So what should you do.. Because of somehow you can manage to hold that star right you will be the Queen of the world. But if you can’t then it will make your entire being hollow. Bit by bit – so would you hold on or let go?
What would you do.