Stars are beautiful, but they may not take part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was. So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder
In a world where I tried harder, things might have turned out differently.
I regret not listening.
I regret not taking it.
I regret being stubborn, arrogant, and lazy.
I regret not thinking hard enough.
I regret not looking far enough.