Meteor

Art, Poetry, and Recitation by Maho

Meteor

Fragments of stars,
Burning and vanishing—shooting stars.

Even knowing they will disappear,
People still entrust their wishes to them.

“Don’t give up on wishing,”
They say, as they burn their very lives.

Hopes and dreams are entrusted to fleeting light,
A notion both wondrous and cruel.

Yet, it is profoundly warm.
That gentle light
Moves the heart.

Today too,
Embracing someone’s wish,
A single streak of light
Fades far into the distance.

“I will carry your wish with me.”

Memento Series 6: Meteor

[Artwork Explanation]

I love the sky.
I enjoy looking at stars and the moon, but my love for gazing upward has often led me to fall into ditches or bump into telephone poles while riding my bike.
(That said, I’m the type who finds the vastness of space intimidating, so I wouldn’t want to venture into it.)

My mother and sister both love astronomy and space. My mother is fascinated by space itself, while my sister enjoys mythology tied to constellations and planetariums.
Ever since I was little, the two of them often shared their love for the celestial world with me.

When I was young, I saw a shooting star for the first time near the mountains.
It wasn’t the kind of star depicted in picture books, but a fleeting streak of light that vanished in an instant.

When I remarked, “It’s so fast, I can’t make three wishes,”
My mother explained:

“Shooting stars are fragments of stars burning and disappearing.”

When she told me that what I saw was the final moments of a star burning out, I remember feeling incredibly sad.

“Stars die too?” I wondered.
(Although, to be precise, they’re not really “stars.”)

As a child, I couldn’t fully grasp it, but something that had seemed magical and majestic, like a fairy tale princess, suddenly felt fragile and close to me.
It might have also been influenced by the recent loss of my beloved bird, who had passed away around that time.

Entrusting one’s wishes to something that is about to vanish felt cruel to me, and since then, whenever I see a shooting star, I’ve simply whispered in my heart:

“It was beautiful.”

Time passed, and I grew up.

When a meteor shower passed over Earth and I gazed at the night sky,
I thought to myself:

“Right now, there must be countless people around the world making wishes.”

At the same time, I realized that hopes and wishes have existed since ancient times and will continue to be passed down to future generations.

Even in the harshest of times, people wish to hold onto hope and dreams, and they will pass that trait onto the next generation.
Watching the meteor shower, I felt deeply moved by the enduring resilience of human hope.

It is curious that something so fleeting could serve as a symbol of hope and dreams.
Yet, people have always entrusted their wishes to such things.

Beautiful until the very end,
And departing with gentle grace.

When I think of them as people,
What extraordinary beings they must be.
And so, I began to whisper in my heart:

“Thank you, until the very end.”

I created this painting to capture the brilliance of shooting stars streaking across the vast sky,
Their fleeting transience,
And the kindness they embody in their final moments.

No matter how much time passes, they remain objects of hope and wishes.

To me, meteors remind us not to give up on wishing,
Through their very existence.

“I will carry your wish with me.”
Even today, they bear someone’s wish and vanish into the night.

I find such beings profoundly kind,
And I love them dearly.

—Maho

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