Four months and a thousand years ago, myself and several friends partook of a happy, drunken adventure to the mountain resort town of Radium. We spent only four days there but having committed ourselves to finishing off all $250 worth of alcohol we had bought for the weekend, each evening was spent in an intoxicated stupor. Okay, not all of us, but the two people who are critical to this story. On one particularly groggy night, the two of us decided to go for a walk outside. We exited the condo complex we were staying in and proceeded to lay down in the middle of the street. It was there that the inspiration for this rambling mess comes from. Spread out on the pavement and staring up at the stars, this thought came to me:
What must it be like to be a star? Think about how often you've ever stepped outside at night and wished you could see all the stars. Or the time you might have been camping or out of the city and had the opportunity to witness the expansive spread of stars from horizon to horizon. The world's concept of the stars' representation of beauty is almost cliché now. But imagine what it must be like, for even once in your life to have at least one single person sigh with wonder and gaze at you in awe. In AWE! Imagine if your life's purpose was to come out every night and fill even one person (in your entire lifetime!) with wonder and amazement.
What a perfect life. To be born, to be admired in disbelief, and to die in an explosion of imperceptible light.
Be a star,
- Sad Blogger
