The Star-Song: A Magical Tale About Life’s Mysteries

Long, long ago, before you even learned to walk or speak—before your second birthday arrived—the world was already whispering about you. Not the human world, but the magical one—the world of fairies, sprites, and twinkling stars.

One peaceful night, under a velvet sky dusted with stardust, a gathering of fairies convened in a quiet meadow. These weren’t just any fairies, but the wisest and most curious of them all. They fluttered their shimmering wings and huddled together, eager to discuss a single, important matter:

“What will become of this child?” one fairy asked. “What path will she walk? What stories will her life write on this Earth?”

“Let us find out!” chimed another. “Let us peer into her past and gaze into her future. Perhaps the stars can tell us!”

With that, the fairies began their ancient ritual, a dance as old as time itself. They spun and twirled, their gowns of light glowing under the night sky. Sparkles floated through the air like glitter caught in a breeze, and the fairies sang their playful incantation:

“Whizzle and zizzle, zambracca shazam,
Reveal to us the life of this little madam!
Tell us, O stars, show us her fate,
Let us peek through destiny’s gate!”

Their tiny wands tapped the air with precision, and their heels clicked with excitement. But just as their song reached its final note, the stars—those ancient, patient sentinels of the sky—flashed brightly and answered back with a thunderous voice:

“Tappa, Rappa, Azizamarre!
Fairies, how dare you demand the secrets of the stars?
No fairy, pixie, dragon, or fly
Should ever pry into the whys and wherefores of a life not yet lived!”

The fairies paused mid-air, their eyes wide in surprise.

The stars continued, their voice now like a gentle but firm lullaby:

**“Life is a beautiful mystery meant to unfold moment by moment.
If you rush to know all, you strip life of its wonder.
Every tear, every laugh, every stumble and dance
Is a gift, perfectly timed for its chance.

This child, like every child,
Will be who she is meant to be,
By the will of God, not by magic or decree.
No spell, no chant, no curse or blessing,
Will ever reveal her life’s full dressing.”**

The fairies, once so confident, now hung their heads in shame. They hadn’t meant any harm, but they realized the stars were right. What joy is there in knowing the future before we’ve lived it? What wisdom is gained if life’s lessons come without the journey?

So, without another word, the fairies fluttered away, their wands feeling like ordinary sticks in their hands. Their magic felt small compared to the vast, wise glow of the stars.

As the fairies disappeared into the night, the stars sang their triumphant song:

**“No child’s future shall ever be revealed,
No baby’s destiny ever unsealed.
Every life is a story, yet to be sown,
Held in God’s loving embrace alone.

So let the days arrive as they may,
Let each moment teach us,
Come what may!”**

And from that night onward, it was understood in both the magical and human worlds: the future is a treasure best discovered in its own time. For the beauty of life is not in knowing what lies ahead, but in the surprises, the growth, and the love we find along the way.

Moral of the Story

The journey of life is most meaningful when its mysteries are allowed to unfold naturally. Trying to see the future takes away the wonder, lessons, and joy that come from living each day as it comes.