As I Look Up

Tonight, I look up. As always, the sky looks infinite. But, maybe I am wrong. Maybe, I am actually looking down. And so the perpetual questions come running around my tiny head.
I like being alive. In this realm within this Virgo Supercluster…yes, on Earth. I can’t imagine any other way to exist, and coexist. Looking at my To-do list, wow, can I be any luckier? How can a 4 o’clock waking time struggle, month-end beating of deadlines horror stories and the heartbreaks I get to witness everyday compare to the eternal probabilities that, in a snap of galactic scale, we are bound to collide with other star-stuff. And that one explosive mess could be just another beautiful, bright cosmic event for a distant observer…if it has eyes like mine. Yes, I heard that sigh. Of course, why would it be significant? It’s way beyond our timeline. That’s my point. Significance is as relative as time and space. And then we have our own little messes within. The age-old divide that keeps evolving. As soon as one wall collapsed, a new one is built. Stronger…darker…unforgiving. Why should countries be color-coded? Why should unity be a question of faith? Why can’t I let you pray while I seek my own peace? Maybe then we will discover that sometimes we also get to agree. Or maybe not. But that is okay and okay is good enough. That you like the color gray even if I don’t and you nod at my choice of music before you put on your earphones. I like listening to you, really. But do not force a thought because I believe you are perfectly okay as I am just fine in my own way. I need to breathe too just as you drink after you thirst. Then I let you say your opinions and you let me speak mine. We can raise our voices all we want so loud…louder than bombs — -they silence our guns.
I wish I can be everyone and be someone for a day. And look through his eyes, think from his mind feel from his heart. What could possibly be more liberating than forgiving oneself for at last, I will realize that I am wrong for thinking that I was right.
I hope someday comes a technology that can point to which part of our DNA causes us to self-destruct. Maybe then we can put to good use the little intelligence of mankind to correct what was wrong. I hope I can still live to see the day where that tiny glint of chance is in the horizon. When the multicultural Earth becomes a big colorful garden and war becomes a myth. A time when all of our different songs become a symphony and our differences become art. Thinking of it gives me that absolute relief that even if this insignificant address somewhere in this observable universe maybe, just maybe, we will be just more than a pretty nebula — -a display of slow death…then into oblivion.
I love being alive! How about you?
