When I was younger, sometimes my emotions would get the best of me. Depressing thoughts would rattle my mind until I broke down and lost track of who I was and who I thought I could be.
But when the stars came out and joined the moon in the beautiful night sky, I would find peace and hope, find truth in the infinities, and feel better.
The stars made me feel a little less alone.
They brought with them the promise that someday my wishes might actually come true.
And that was enough.
Looking up at the night sky, I would feel a tremendous surge of serenity. A calmness engulfing every inch of my body. Soothing my mind enough so that I could fall asleep without worry.
Perhaps just the privilege of being able stargaze made me feel a little less ordinary. Because how could I be ordinary when subjected to such an extraordinary sight?
It was if I could see a magic in the stars, something brilliant and indescribable. And that magic made me matter.
Underneath the multitude of constellations, I felt like my life meant something.
And this was long before I came to accept that my life does matter – to me and to the people I love.
Even now, I feel oddly drawn towards the night sky.
In a way, it saved me from myself. From my excessive doubts and overwhelming depression.
A celestial connection.
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