When I look up at the night sky,
I see the past
Light from millions… possibly billions of years ago
There’s beauty in it, but there’s also sadness
Why is it beautiful?
It’s a relic
We can see light from an age we have only read about
Light from a time that our ancestors looked up at those same stars,
Watching in awe.
Then there’s the existential dread that hits
The universe is large
And we are a minuscule dot
Smaller than an atom in contrast to everything bigger
And the time we spend on earth is a fraction of a second in the timeline of the universe
Yet, something gives me hope
Life is rare
We don’t know if it’s out there
Our little planet gave us life
With it’s perfect conditions
In a universe so vast and inhospitable
Was it purely by chance?
Who knows, but we’re here and we did well