Last night while walking to the camp restroom, I looked up. Guess what I saw. Yes, stars. More stars than I’ve ever seen before. The longer I looked up, the more stars became visible to me. It was as if there were shy ones, waiting to see if I’d pay attention long enough to make it worth their while to shine. I waited. Soon, it was a sea of stars. Each one lighting its own bit of the darkness.
It reminded me that I am small and my concerns, though important to me, are not confounding the universe. It gave me hope. The things, people, loves I’ve lost – they’re not truly lost. They’re waiting somewhere out there. Patiently waiting for my vision to expand to be able to see them.
Keep looking up to the stars, my friends.
