Stars

I just finished a book that talked a lot about stars, relating them to time; past and future, mainly.  It created a bit of a fascination for me; made time seem less of an inanimate concept and more of a moldable one.  It also made me feel incredibly small and slightly insignificant. Not in a bad way, necessarily, just in a recognition of this great big world.  

I’ve always wanted to be an astronaut.  To see stars and planets up close; to be a part of something that was greater than this earth.  As I got older I started to realize that everything on this earth is actually greater than we could’ve imagined.  I’ve seen so many pieces of heaven sprawled throughout our little planet. It has been created to feel both small and equally gigantic.  As if the more we see, the bigger our eyes become, allowing us to see more, but widen our peripherals, to make everything seem so much longer and further apart.

I like that we say we are “under” the stars when truly they are all around us.  It makes me feel like there is some sort of limitation to my existence on earth and that strangely gives me peace, instead of fear.  The idea that stars are all around us is rather comforting to me. Light always shines, even years after it’s put out. There will always be stars, always be sun, and in some way or another light will always show up.