“It’s unfair,” he whispered in a small voice.”Why can’t you give me what you’ve given them?”
His innocent eyes swept across the room, seeing smiles and carefree laughter scattered everywhere. A feeling swelled up in his gut; he decided he wanted answers.
“Is it because they’re your favourite creation?”
Instead of an answer, he got a gentle stare. Then, slowly, God answered, taking care of his fragile heart and its fears.
“You are my blazing sun; the brightest star I’ve ever made. I took all my love and warmth, and decided this world needed it. When you look at them, you think how lucky they are. When I look at you, I only see my best creation.”
“Best, how?” he asked. A little timid, wondering if the words were just a farce.
“Through you, I want them to look. Look at how big my powers actually are. What they do with the resources life gives them with mercy, you do it all even with your hands empty. They have, so they are. You don’t, and yet, you go on. Luck may flow sometimes in their favour, but you’re bigger than luck. You’ll never need it to conquer my world.”
And thus the empty corners filled, and hope again found its way in his heart. He looked up with a small smile, and saw a star looking back.
~shruti