My Sappy Story About Stars

Posted by Zara on February 24, 2011

When I was a little girl, I couldn’t sleep with out light. My mother has convinced me to close my eyes and sleep. I usually placed my head under the pillow and imagined there were lot of stars.

In Saint Marcel, the sky is crystal clear and when it is full-moon I am facinated watching the stars through the window.

It is difficult not to romanticize the stories and the lives of these stars. Even in the literature and research, where the result of pain-staking analysis is presented, terms like life, death and birth are all of used. Is it just a product of the way we think?

Or are they the tales of remarkably similar to our own personal stories of evolution? Like violent births, turbulent growth, struggles between internal and external forces, maturity, change, legacy and eventually death.

Some are spectaculars and others not as much. All are different and yet somehow all the same.

So what would have I done if I knew all of this back then?
Probably not slept very much, not because of fear but because the beauty that I’ve “looked” with my naive eyes, for all those years, would have been a thousands times more captivating once I learned to truly see them and their own spotlights.

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