Looking Out, Looking In

I love this picture. I love it, I've seen it a hundred times and it never fails to make me awe in wonder. I love the stars, I always have. I don't know their names, I don't know their age or if they're even alive any longer. By the time I'd seen the stars, their light may have burnt out years ago. For some reason, their life and their death make me feel something incredible. Sometimes I think about their supernova and their place and their demise. The universe lost one of it's children, and it doesn't seem to mourn. No one seems to notice, and the stars don't mind. Humans are so greedy and so selfish. We want our existence to be noticed so badly that we forget to enjoy the fleeting time we have. The stars don't do that. Sometimes I look up at the sky at night and it's the first time I feel truly at home. I look up and I feel like I'm seeing an old friend again for the first time in ages. Sometimes I even find myself talking to the stars. "Hello, how have you been?" It's comforting, thinking about my atoms, and the way they came from the stars. When I die, I think I'll go back. I'll go back to the stars and the universe and my atoms will come back to their home. I believe in Heaven, that's my Heaven. Everyone has a different idea of what paradise must be like, and that's mine.