Prose
The Hourglass of Reawakened Understanding
Even stars meant to turn to Dust
As the world brings us to the edge of the universe… sometimes we are here, in this time and space, to face the fusion of events that were never supposed to happen in a perfect world. And yet, we are stuck on this rock called Earth with all its wonderful and terrible surprises. Sometimes, the burden of the unexpected can bring us to our knees and make us beg for the mercy of God… and yet sometimes we fall far beyond that.
Sometimes, the wickedness of certain events breaks our understanding of this world itself. It is usually the severe loss of somebody extremely close a parent, child, beloved, or close friend. And then we start to have doubts about this world itself. We scream into the void and curse God, calling Him out on His fakeness or emptiness, deeming that this world is nothing more than godless. I wander that path every year… It is like a twisted scar that always tears open, time and time again… but it does not mean a broken life or disbelief in happiness.
As I wandered into a room of little stars, I saw nothing more than the ever-expanding universe. Even stars burn out and explode in supernovas. Even those great celestial giants face their doom… and yet it is not worthless because everything is created in the heart of a star…
