Don’t give up yet.
For even a shooting star loses its beauty once it passes by.
Yet it leaves us with hope.
Hope that gives us a reason to believe.
To believe that tomorrow we might get exactly what we wished for.
And then, it will all make sense.
It will be worth it.
And all that you will remember is that one night.
That one night when you decided to look up instead of looking away.
Don’t lose that chance.
Dream instead. About mountains and seas.
About white horses and carriages.
About magical creatures and giant beanstalks.
Because it’s not too crazy and you’ll never be too old.
Reset the limits. Break free.
It’s never too late.
Too late to witness a miracle.
Don’t give up.
Because shooting stars do exist.
Make a wish.