Why do you have to try so hard to make sense of the part of you that glows? Quit trying to find cryptic meanings and just glow because you were made to. Switch off the machine of your curiosity, your gears are grinding and they need to cool down.
Never mind the unknown ages of starfish and disperse your intricate web of energy. Glow, and be willing to believe in yourself.
Funny how we all live so close together we’re practically stitched, but fake separation. Your country has its wonders, glorious, its atrocities, shameful.
Maybe you’re a great white shark – you didn’t intend any of this. How others perceive you does not define who you are. Maybe you’re a hammerhead, a mermaid, I don’t know. Maybe you fan the water like a whale’s fluke, sway like seagrass, eat from the smooth prism of an abalone shell.
Maybe you’re a pollinator: without you all life would vanish, humanity owes itself to you. But the burden doesn’t matter, the concept isn’t even within your field of awareness.
You just rise every morning and do what you were made to do: your work. What, you may ask yourself, is my work? Don’t let anyone else answer that question for you.