There is nothing truly as peaceful as being able to look up into a cloudless night sky and see the constellations throughout the night sky. Perhaps it is a reminder of how small we actually are or what we have the potential to be, but even through writing this article, there is no way to describe the feeling I get when looking at the stars.
I first learned about the stars at one of my dad’s conventions in the Caribbean. It was there that I first heard about Orion’s Belt. To be honest, I still don’t really know where it is in the sky. I kind of just look for a line of three stars, point to it, and brag to all my friend’s that I know which constellation it is. Maybe writing this is making me realize that I should educate myself.
I’d take astrology, but I heard it requires a lot of math and I’m not about that life. I don’t want to ruin something I idolize so much with math--no offense to my past math teachers.
The stars give me a peaceful, essential crisis, if that’s a way to describe it. Thinking about how much there is out there, how much there is undiscovered, feels like such a special moment to share with people. I think about my drives back from Montauk with my eyes on the sky as my dad drove down Sunrise Highway. It made me feel so small and big at the same time.
What calms me is the simplicity of the stars. That test I failed feels like nothing when I look at the stars and realize that there is so much waiting for me. That one day I can be a star that burns for millions of years. I hope to leave a memory like that. That people won’t forget me. Anyway, that's why I love the stars
