Distant Memories

Every time it’s a clear night, devoid of clouds and wisp, and I am able to have a clear view of the stars in the sky, I look up and think of the countless suns, planets and moons out there in the vastness of space. There is something awe-inspiring about looking up from the comforts of your ordinary life and realizing that your solar system, if not your galaxy, is a mere speck of dust in the great cosmic bowl. And that all you are seeing, every shining star in the darkness, is a distant memory that may have come and gone.

We ask if we are the only life in this universe and the answer is ‘no’ to be optimistic. To think that we are the only one in this great reality, born out of chance and opportunity, probability and possibilities, is an ignorance. In spite of all that we are, today and tomorrow or the day after, the evolution of science and the curiosity to discover what’s out there will always spur us on to find new truths, new dimensions, new realities.

What we are today is the result of a magical seed that sprouted billions of years ago. Life evolved favorably on Earth and with an incredibly vast universe just waiting to be explored beyond our stratosphere, there is certainly more chances of life growing in unexpected and wondrous ways out there. There are stars and suns even older than ours, and there may be yet intelligent life looking for us — extraterrestrials, alien and foreign to their design.

They may never find us and we may never find them; such is the great void between us. But we will continue to look upwards to the night sky where lie territories uncharted and worlds unexplored, as we prepare for the day we raise our sails and depart for the cosmos.

To the ancient stars we go. Perhaps the others will find us — but with the motions of time and the infinite space between us, we may be nothing more then than a distant memory.

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