Brightful Light

I often think about these.

What are we? Where are we? Do we have a purpose, as human being? And is this thing important to be achieve?

I feel alone so much, in my room, but it gives me the time to think about everything else. Yet, I don’t have much answers, maybe because I don’t like them? I’m asking too many questions, about myself and the other things,and I’m still searching. I hate when I don’t understand what’s around me.

When I look at the cloudless night sky, I think about the Universe, how other worlds are, if it’s better to be on our lovely Earth, or on an other planet, if there is one we could go. The stars make me feel lonely and lost, somewhere I can’t find the exit. Not that this makes me feel bad, but just kind of sad. I want to travel and explore the Universe, but I can’t, not in this life, I guess.

So everything I can do is sitting down, and look at the starry sky, waiting for this moment of the year, where incredible lights can be seen, living only for a second, just before disappearing. These falling stars make me realize that we are closer to the rest of the Universe that we think. Maybe it is by chance, or it is fate, but, strangely, I was born at the end of the rain of falling stars. And this is the moment that fills me the more with hope.

May these stars fill my spirit with their light, to help me find all my answer…