A have a little story to tell.

Once upon a time, there was a boy called Little Timmy. He lived in a world where we can only imagine, a world where there were countless shooting stars every night. Everyone has seen them, and wants to get hold of them, to touch, to feel, to smell and perhaps even taste, the stars they can only see every night.

It was finally his turn, the annual traditional ceremony where all the boys who have reached maturity are given the mark of their adulthood. The rope javelins- which will allow them to support their tribe and families. But Little Timmy was more interested and excited about another thing. He could finally try his luck and attempt to shoot the shooting stars down! Those stars he would stare at until he fell into his dreamland every night, those stars which not only guided him and his tribe, but also gave them hope for the future.

Nighttime finally arrived, and together with his friends, Little Timmy went out into the wild. He could see the shooting stars...and they never seemed closer, afterall it was the one night in the year when the stars were closest to the ground... But, there have also been stories about how some people in the past ended their own lives, when their javelins missed the targets and instead struck back down on them, like a bolt of lightning...but it wasnt going to happen, he had observed how the older men aimed and shot their javelins.

The night went on, javelins were being shot up into the sky, just like how the shooting stars were also racing across the sky. It wasnt easy, and every shot took courage and much-needed skills. The stars slowly got less...and eventually, they were gone. Little Timmy looked at his javelin, he wasnt even sure that was his, but there was nothing. He didnt manage to get any.

Looking around, he realised many ended up like him. But for the special few, they were still out there following the stars which they managed to hit, clinging as tightly as they could onto the rope and trying to pull them down. He knew that upon their successful return, they would be highly honoured, praised and decorated. Only the best of the best.

But Little Timmy and friends didnt stop either, they hurried after those who managed to hit a star, and did whatever they could to help, even if they were only on the ground. He knew that the rest of the tribe were desperately awaiting the stars, and no one wanted to disappoint them. Running non-stop, Little Timmy looked up into the sky, and deep in his heart, he knew that he didnt let anyone down, as long as he has done his best, and continues to do his best.

"Maybe, just maybe, the shooting star I'm running after...is heading to where all the other shooting stars are?"