Rant About A Shooting Star

I burn, I yearn, my heart’s on fire. I hate, I’m tired, I’m burning inside. Whilst I still try to please you, Don’t get me wrong, If you heat my ire enough, I’ll fucking be gone. I’m really sick of this fucking fighting. I’m done with feeling like a fucking commodity. I’m not a piece of sexy meat, I’m a tired little girl, running to meet What’s in front of me, I want what’s ahead, I’m burning and yearning to get far, instead All I hear is arguments and excuses, Complaints, finger pointing, Trust me, it’s useless, To lay the blame outside yourself, Denies your own learning, your growth, It keeps you down, hating your own filth. And believe me, I see it, I don’t like it either, It’s a real turn off, I want to set the bar higher. I’m so sick of your daily complaining, If your tongue is wagging, Perhaps it should stop, Or gods, just be productive, Get excited with me, baby, Let’s accomplish epic things. Great things, darlin’ It’ll be the best. Just knock off your shit, Can’t we go to bed happy? I can’t satisfy you, No one can. No one ever will, You’ve gotta accept that, honey. You have to satisfy yourself, You’ve gotta be proud of yourself, Work and work, do what it takes, Do whatever it fucking takes, Until you can be happy. Fuck, it may take years, It sure has for me, But don’t give up. Every suicidal night, holding an emotional bleeding knife, Convincing yourself to stay alive, But do it, convince yourself, bear through it, Become better, use it. Use it as fuel for your fire, Build your flames. Make yourself become stronger. It doesn’t matter if you feel that way. Choose to be better. Choose to try again. Decide that you are going to become, The best version of you, No matter what the cost, No matter what bullshit you have to give up. Because we’re all full of bullshit, darlin’ We are all full of excuses, Reasons why we’re right, Reasons why they’re wrong, Reasons and excuses why we deserve things, It’s bullshit, honey, it’s all looking at it the wrong way. That’s looking at the problems and making wishes, Pining away at the unrequited response from the Universe. Instead, create solutions. Don’t give up. NEVER give up. Keep driving ever forward, Toward what you seek, toward your passions, toward the sun. Never stop racing. Never stop forcing. Never stop claiming your way. You are a shooting star, But it hurts to be on fire. You feel yourself burning, and you fear it is not alright. But the pain and the burning, the uncontrolled, soaring, Dipping, blasting, jolting, It is simply a part of our existence, It is who we are, What we get to experience. We get to burn and fly, Sometimes we collide, sometimes we fall apart, We separate, drift, break, At times we conjoin, drifting alongside others, But all of our fascinating dynamics, Must interact, and those reactions, May be intense, and hurtful, If they are incompatible or too hot. Coming together is a delicate yet indelicate process, In any relationship, communication is a must, whether it be sentient or non-sentient. Without communication, the parts separate, Drawn to others with more similarities, That which it can “vibe” with. That’s everything with life. Denying it, avoiding it, Causes a rift of pain, Because denying reality, Is ever a way to breed dissatisfaction. Directing a shooting star takes a lot of effort and practice, Through time, you will feel more skilled, You will gain more thrills from directing yourself, From carrying yourself with grace, repose, Maturity, kindness, serenity, and most importantly, Nobility. For we have the ability to conduct ourselves, In the highest manner of any living organism, In the whole of the known universe. And in all of our vast and great galaxy, We, alone, are graced with the experience, and ability, to be better, to be higher, To be truly noble. To be truly great. Truly Epic. To rise above our base selves, and aspire to something greater, Than we were yesterday. Greater, than we were a moment ago. Stronger of will, Deeper in compassion and empathy, Truer of Mind, Ever maturing in composure and greatness, In any interaction, In every situation, A master of our own destiny, A genius of our own path, A shaman in our own spirit journey. We are blessed with greatness beyond our own comprehension, Greatness beyond the most exquisite experience we have yet had, For we cannot comprehend something, Until we experience it, And while it may happen in grades, Someday you, and I, Each of us who strive and move forward with passion, We will see our nobility, Our progress, How incredible we truly are. If we move forward. Keep moving forward. Past collisions. Past all the problems, all the bullshit. Beyond who we are, Burning away all the dross, Becoming who we will be, Who we can be, Who we desire most to be. And honey, I want that. I BURN for it. I refuse to lose sight of it. And either you’re coming with me, Or you’ll see my flaming tail, As I whisk away, a wink in the sky, Ever, always bursting forward.