"The comet" by Lucas Scott

The boy loved to watch the stars. To see the stillness in something the world's population have in common. Everywhere can you see the sparkling stars. The soldier in the waring conturies can see them. The single and unsupportive mother on the other side of the earth can see them. The beautiful, successful and lonely business woman everyone are talking about can see them. Even the loner who is closer you than you think, can see them and feel safer.

The boy loved to watch the stars. To see the little things that make the presence huge.

The boy loved to watch the stars.

He sat there on the ground and observed the burning, firing orbs in the sky in the silence night. At one moment, one second, he saw an extra ordinary light. Something that got his soul go wake up and see the presence from an huger perspective.

It was a comet. The boy saw the comet and he felt as though his life had meaning. And when it went away, he waited his entire life for it to come back to him. It was more than just a comet because of what it brought to his life: direction, beauty, meaning. There are many who couldn't understand, and sometimes he walked among them. But even in his darkest hours, he knew in his heart that someday it would return to him, and his world would be whole again... And his belief in God and love and art would be re-awakened in his heart. The boy saw the comet and suddenly his life had meaning.