In the darkness I faced. I wondered why I worked so hard to acomplish nothing.
“It’s painted in the stars, honey.”, he said.
“But the stars we see are all dead. Most of them, anyway.”, I said.
“Yes.” he continued, “So what’s written in the stars is yet to be seen. Their light is yet coming your way.”
I didn’t expect that.
In the darkness I saw a star being born. At last.
Then other lights appeared. One by one, lighting up the darkness.
Soon I was surronded by light, colors and nebulas. Creation, peace and love.
Then I was shining as well. Shining my own light.
Reminding I’m also made of the stuff of stars.
March 2020
