head in the stars

How many stars are in the sky? I know there’s an actual estimate of how many are in our universe, but I think it’s more fun to pretend there’s not. I think it’s more fun to look up and pretend we don’t know anything about what we see. I mean we don’t, but we know a bit about the moon and how it orbits us. Speaking of the moon, how kind she is, to never leave our side. Regardless of the season or the mood we’re in that day. Always there, like a true friend does. I wonder what the little man on the moon is thinking. Does he think about the Earth? It’s not like he’s been there as long as time, (that guy must know a lot), but I think I’d like to share a cup of tea with him and pick his brain someday. Pulling on the waves and then pushing them again. Maybe the little man on the moon is mother nature. Maybe it’s actually the little woman on the moon. I like to think of our little friend up there like a pet dog; somehow always knowing what to say to comfort us, without even having to speak a word.. always. I mean, I like to think of it that way. The moon, the stars, the emptiness.. It grounds me. Is it weird that something so far away can do that? Something I look up at that’s actually in the past? (light takes time to travel too) I think it’s the vastness; how much is out there; how little is down here; how much we think is down here; how looking up at a few clusters of dust can stop me in my tracks; can make me forget everything I thought was important a few seconds ago. And it’s true, in the grand scheme of things, it really doesn’t matter much that I’m writing my MCAT in 8 days. I mean sure, med school is cool and big and wow.. but just look up. Look up at that; how much more there is. If you ask me, it doesn’t get much cooler and bigger and wower than that. A billion years from now, chances are, you and I won’t be here any more. (Thank God). What will be here a billion years from now? Who am I to even try and comprehend something like that? I bet the little person on the moon knows though. I bet they swore to their friend they’d never tell. That makes me smile though, because I’d never want to know. I don’t want to know what happens next year or next week or even tomorrow. I just want to be. I just want to look up at the stars and not know anything. Nothing. I want to bask in the unpredictable, the undiscovered, the unknown. So please if you know what’s going to happen tomorrow, next week or next year, no spoilers. The waves of creativity on my canvas of thoughts thank you in advance.


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