THE MUSINGS OF A WRITING MIND

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"Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels."
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie

I think that if everyone came outside to observe the stars every night, they'd live a lot differently, in the way that they'd feel a little more peaceful each day. I think stars often remind us that we remain minuscule, in such a way that makes our troubles seem smaller and our lives more simplistic. In a world full of people we are significant only to ourselves and the people around us, and watching the vast sky which towers above us is a serving reminder of this - that we are not the biggest things in this universe. We are all living, surviving, needing to rely on each other and to understand what we can in a galaxy that is so beyond our control, beyond our knowledge.

Because there are millions of stars up there. Trillions of stars, even, that billions of people wish upon. These stars that carry our burdens, making them a little easier for us - they lift the sky, taking the weight when the night threatens to crash down on us. People often say things seem worse at night. But how could they be, when the stars hold the darkness at bay? No, I think the stars make things better. You've just got to look at them, and they'll hold back the dark for you, just a little longer. Imagine Atlas, holding the weight of the atmosphere above us, protecting us from being crushed under the strain. See the constellations, like the hunter who saves us from our impending mortality, or the lion, which keeps us at bay.

The stars are the glimmering beacons of hope we all pray for when things get tough. We see more stars every day, almost as though angels place them for each stray prayer that asks for a reason to keep going. The sky is a field, the stars being the flowers left behind for gathering and appreciation that poke out of the grass, the darkness, and show that grace overpowers the consuming blackness of solitude. Some stars glow brighter than others, some hardly visible, but as people are, each one is there, lighting up our atmosphere as torches light the way in endless caverns, winding roads that we can only hope ever become something more.

We cannot hope to understand the Earth. In fact, we cannot hope to understand anything, for each perspective is something of difference to another. All we can do is acknowledge that we are small but mighty and that each sign is the sign we are asking for, to find peace in the idea that we will not have to know everything to be happy. 

6; to find comfort in the virtues we are given, no matter how small or otherwise overlooked they may be, and to realise that nothing makes sense, and we are all wandering in the hopes of living well -  so it isn't always so bad that we don't know what is happening within our own minds. Realise this, and you're one step closer to happiness.