I've luckily spent the last two nights of my life sleeping under a sky full of stars, that I started knowing more about them than I ever did before.
Stars, I've discovered, are such shy creations. I've noticed how they never show themselves to me whenever they realize I'm busy with something else other than them. Every time I look up to the sky, I'd only see plain darkness. I have to spend a few good staring seconds before they'd finally agree to show themselves to me, one after the other, seldom together. As their trust in me increases and they're certain I'm not going to leave them and look away again, they start showing more sides of themselves that no quick starer would ever notice. The tiny cute ones gradually start showing up. The sky gets completely filled by them, and I don't know how but the more I stare, the more they show up, that eventually the darkness of the sky can no longer be noticed. And as the darkness disappears and the staring increases, it feels like none of my surroundings are even there, and it's just me and the sky.
I have no idea how something as tiny as this manages to hold so much beauty within when they only seem like tiny dots of light, and how they could keep me staring at them for hours without even feeling slightly bored. I used to stay under the stars at night with a special someone, making up whatever shapes we wished to see out of them, imagining figures, and coming up with stories. Now that this special person's not around, stars do carry many memories within.
Something worth noticing is, stars never make themselves visible in crowded places. I know it's about pollution and such matters, but when I come to think about it, staring at stars would have never felt that peaceful after all if they existed in a non-peaceful atmosphere, and for that I really feel thankful.
My favorite realization about the stars is that -unlike other creations in space- they're so still. Anything that I get to stare at in the sky eventually changes position, but because stars are too far, they seem like they're not moving at all, and they just never leave.
Stars are such beautiful blessings that I'm so thankful I get the chance to stare at every now and then. Their existence truly makes me happy!
Stars, I've discovered, are such shy creations. I've noticed how they never show themselves to me whenever they realize I'm busy with something else other than them. Every time I look up to the sky, I'd only see plain darkness. I have to spend a few good staring seconds before they'd finally agree to show themselves to me, one after the other, seldom together. As their trust in me increases and they're certain I'm not going to leave them and look away again, they start showing more sides of themselves that no quick starer would ever notice. The tiny cute ones gradually start showing up. The sky gets completely filled by them, and I don't know how but the more I stare, the more they show up, that eventually the darkness of the sky can no longer be noticed. And as the darkness disappears and the staring increases, it feels like none of my surroundings are even there, and it's just me and the sky.
I have no idea how something as tiny as this manages to hold so much beauty within when they only seem like tiny dots of light, and how they could keep me staring at them for hours without even feeling slightly bored. I used to stay under the stars at night with a special someone, making up whatever shapes we wished to see out of them, imagining figures, and coming up with stories. Now that this special person's not around, stars do carry many memories within.
Something worth noticing is, stars never make themselves visible in crowded places. I know it's about pollution and such matters, but when I come to think about it, staring at stars would have never felt that peaceful after all if they existed in a non-peaceful atmosphere, and for that I really feel thankful.
My favorite realization about the stars is that -unlike other creations in space- they're so still. Anything that I get to stare at in the sky eventually changes position, but because stars are too far, they seem like they're not moving at all, and they just never leave.
Stars are such beautiful blessings that I'm so thankful I get the chance to stare at every now and then. Their existence truly makes me happy!
