Almost Midnight

I'm sat in front of my window, staring at the sky, slightly disappointed by the lack of stars. I find there's something calming in looking at the stars, as well as finding them thought invoking. On the phone the other night, I was told to look out the window, and tell my friend what I saw. I saw stars. They asked what I thought and I started to talk about how stars made me feel insignificant, not necessarily in a bad way, in a way that makes you realise that all of these problems you think you're having, they're not really important. Everything pales in comparison when you consider the universe. Nothing is signficant and nothing stands out, because nothing is amazing enough to make an impact.

"Wouldn't it be nice to think that we might be the stars someday? That lasting light?"

Maybe. But maybe that thought is nice because it's as fictional as a fairy tale.

I used to spend a lot of time staring at the stars. I wanted to fly, be able to reach out and touch them, find the magical lands that hid away within them, those places where you never had to grow up and things were always perfect. There was always an element of magic about stars, these little bright shining lights that looked so close and yet were so far away. The older I got and the more I learnt about them, the more I was fascinated with them. We see it, but it might not even be there anymore. And in a way, with the mindset and knowledge we have, that's as close to magic as we're ever going to get.

"Stars are beautiful, but they must not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was."

-J.M Barrie (Peter Pan)