The Atacama Desert glows in the moonlight, and I look at the twinkling stars in great amazement.
It is hard to believe that we all are made of stardust. Long before we were born as humans, we existed as lifeless matter at the heart of a star. How long did it take for the stardust to become an individual human being? Isn’t life a miracle? They say we are truly the children of stars. Perhaps that’s why we feel lost on earth and try to find clues about our origin and future in stars.
Are we alone? Scientists say that the odds that we are the only advanced species in our Milky Way galaxy are one to 60 Billion.
What do the other civilisations look like? Does love, hate, jealousy, greed, and ego exist everywhere else too?
The moon shines on my tent and in silence, I try to listen to the breath of glowing stars far away as if I am making sure they are still alive. One day we might return and become stardust again and twinkle like one of those stars.
So what can we do with this life while we are here on earth? Be happy, discover our potential, fight and kill others to defend our ideologies, or only wait to be reunited with the sky?
While I wonder at the sky, what are the odds of someone camping on a planet far away and while looking at the stars wondering the same thing?
