The Stars

The Stars twinkled in the newly dark night sky, excited to be able to gaze down on the world below. One of the younger stars bounced around, excited to be seeing it all for the first time.
"There's not really anything to be all that excited about," said another star.
"Now now," said one of the oldest, wisest stars. "The world below isn't all bad. Where there's life, there's hope."
"Easy for you to say." Said the cynical star. "You get to go down there and help guide them."
"?Maybe so," said the older star, "but those of us here who watch over, we give hope too. You never know when seeing us, shining up here, will give someone that little bit of extra encouragement, that little lift they might need to keep going."

The older star could remember going down to guide people in the world below, back in his younger days. He's loved it, because it had meant taking their form. Being a person, just like them. Even if it was only for a little while. He remembered one young man, possibly the last he'd been sent to see. “Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet," he'd told him. "However difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don’t just give up.” Now, looking down, he wondered whether the young man was looking back up at them. Unfortunately, the star would never know that in fact, he was. 

The young man looked up at the shimmering stars dotting the sky and smiled to himself. He still remembered the time the Angel had come to him, and told him to look up at the stars. Now, every time he felt down, all he had to do was look up when night fell and the stars appeared in the sky.

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In memory of the incredible shining star that is Stephen Hawking. Thanks for giving us hope RIP.