Dreams

You are made of stardust.

An old science teacher told me that. The circumstances of the event remain nothing but a blur, except for his words. I would never forget those words.

Think of the night sky. Think of all the beautiful stars. Hydrogen and helium collided to make those beautiful things, and those things exploded to make the stuff that would eventually make you. Whenever you're feeling sad, remember what you're made of.

Then smile, for you are made of stardust.