We Are the Universe

***I began to write this weeks ago, during summer.  I was spending the night in a hotel, and what else is to be expected than to have all sorts of thoughts while in a mysterious hotel.  I have had some posts similar to it, but this one started in the early morning hours.  I barely thought about anything at all before typing it.  So here it is, thoughts in the rawest form:

Stars.

No, not the stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. I'm talking about the real stars that hang in the sky. So small from down here on earth, yet so magnificent and bright up in space. They're powerful in their own way. So small, yet we can see them from millions of miles away. I think that's something special. I think that says a lot about the universe we live in. It's a brilliant universe with so much of it unexplored. Untouched. No one really even knows how big the universe is or how many stars there actually are. Yet we are here on Earth. One relatively small planet in a vast universe full of lots of stars. It almost makes this all seem somewhat unimportant. All the silly things we stress over seem like nothing compared to the entire universe. It makes the world seem like a speck of dust, if not invisible entirely. 

Yet before I left California (I'm in a hotel in Nevada now, heading back to Colorado) I was looking at a map my grandparents have on their wall. There's a map of the United States beside a map of the world. It showed me how fairly small this country is when compared to the rest of the world. It helped me realize that maybe California and Colorado aren't too far apart after all. 

That got me thinking even more about how strange this world is. Somehow all of us were put here for a reason. We were born where we were into our different families for some unknown reason. When you think about how large the world is and all the different possibilities there are, I  find it pretty outstanding that we are where we are. 

We may just be less than .00000000000001% of something when compared to the universe, but we are all have some sort of purpose and I find that fascinating. That, when you look at the night sky and see all the stars twinkling way out of your reach, you're still something. Even with all the other people and the oceans and the planets you still matter.  There may be wars and heartbreak, but then there is you.  You can turn yourself into whatever you like.  Your piece of the universe can be a beautiful, sparkling piece that is brighter than the biggest stars.
In this big universe we are all something.  We make up the universe.  We hold the universe within us.

Until next time xxx.