Recently, whenever I've felt down or even slightly upset, I've found solace in lying down and gazing at the stars at night. It's become a ritual, you see.
And, as always, it triggers deep contemplation within me.
I fixate on a single star, tuning into the nocturnal symphony of nature. But, as soon as my attention wavers from my chosen star, I realize how countless other stars fill the sky, making me lose sight of my original point of focus.
Isn't that much like life itself?
Sometimes, we become so ensnared by a singular moment, a trauma, a problem, or even our thoughts that we lose track of the relentless march of time and the subtle transformations it brings.
Stargazing—a seemingly ordinary yet profoundly ethereal act—serves as a poignant metaphor.
In this existence, we should continue our vigilant stargazing, not at the flaws and misfortunes, but at our life, our deeds, and our blessings. Only then can we truly grasp the bigger picture and avoid losing ourselves in the process.
Let's persevere in our stargazing, firmly rooted in the present, with hope for the future, and forgiveness for the past.
p.s. I'm literally writing this while stargazing
