Ever find yourself staring up at the stars and questioning the gravity of your1 latest life decision? You're not alone. Each twinkling light is like an unsolicited piece of advice whispered by someone you don't really know. It's not so much the universe speaking, as it is us, trying to make sense outta half-truths while reaching out with quizzical gestures.
How often do we regard our pasts like familiar constellations, tracking the history of our missteps cloaked in the M13 cluster of what-if's? A curious cosmic dance, perhaps. With every glance, an echo sparks forth, resounding in the vastness of time. "If only I had taken that left turn at Orions Belt," a common refrain, uttered mostly by carless philosophers.
Have you ever tried mapping your decisions to celestial paths, though? Charting the skies like a cosmic diary, an ethereal blog post waiting to be inscribed among the stars? Logic told no, but heart? Ahh, the heart just started scribbling with a comet's tail, trailing words across the night sky.
Wanna join the cosmic endeavor? Grab your imaginary cosmic map and follow the links below:
So here we are, on a small blue dot, gesturing at infinity in semi-clarity.