Stars

The stars in the night, is all I that is important. The vastness and sparsity tells me I am but a blip in the universe. My problems and worries meld away when I stare at stars. Stars are vessels for my worries and I send them into space. Stars make me happy. There is such peace when I look up at them. I feel insignificant and tiny, and that is not a bad thing. It puts me in my place and lets me know I am part of this universe, part of something great. That all the things up there is a part of me and I am a part of it. So I am happy that I can look at the stars every night.

I am focused now on this one thing, that the stars is all that is important. That the troubles of the past and the future are insignificant in the grand schemes of things. I worry of my PhD, of my career, of where I am going and what I will become. Am I not making the most of opportunities? But I let it all go now. I need to find simpler things to make me happy. And that which I focus on is the stars. It matters not whether I have a job or not. It matters not if my careers is going nowhere. If matters not if things aren't going well. The stars are immutable (technically they are, but we're not being literal here) and reminds me that my worries are tiny, like when you see a little boy whose ice cream has fallen to the ground and cries. A man will think, so what, we will just buy a new one. So too the stars look down on me and says my worries are whims and you shall not concern yourself with such trivialities. All that is important is being happy, or more importantly maintaining a sense of calm and serenity.

The worry often times outweighs the problem itself and the stars are a great way to measure against, what really matters. So I look at the stars, and I feel calm, that everything is as it is, and I should just enjoy the ride, be it bumpy or smooth, it is still exciting. And if I constantly look to the front and back, I will never look to where I actually am. So stars are all I need, they shine down and give me a message for calm, for peace.....


Unless an alien space ship shoots at all of the stars and everything goes kablooey, then we all die. Well, they would probably blow Earth up first so in any case I do not have to worry anymore. Oh well. In summary, starts are pretty.