Star Gazing

I always love to look at the stars, to marvel at their nocturnal beauty, and to admire them wholeheartedly like a teary-eyed child after recovery of his lost cherished playthings. So God really loves all of us, and just by looking at the stars I feel kind of extra-special because of this mystery-laden wonder. He, who flung about lump of rocks and self-illuminating gaseous balls in this ink-black stretch of vastness, is the reason behind the intelligent design of all things seen and still unseen.

And now, we can enjoy romantic candle-lit dinners under the star-seeded heavens, with the faint but cute backdrop of the Milky Way, the ambient light of the full moon, the twinkling constellations and the short-lived pretty shooting stars in a collision course towards the Earth.

It never fails to amaze me that we are all just microscopic carbon-based specks dwarfed by celestial supergiants and humongous spheres of helium and hydrogen. These things, some of which are beyond human scale, do nothing but evoke perplexity and human insignificance.

Nevertheless, we are no ordinary creations; we can think, we can reason out, we can feel, we can fare the oceans, and we can reach the heavens and the outer space. But from an omniscient point of view, we are just wretched bunch of grasping creatures, ever clueless and confounded as to what the Creator’s intentions really are.

I always love to look at the stars and ask myself the absurd, oft-repeated question Why am I here? What if I’m just created to admire the starry skies? What if my sole mortal purpose – my raison d’etre – is to become astonished by the Universe’s inscrutable complexities? I don’t know… I don’t know yet.

Parallel Universe

What if there really is a parallel universe out there, a macrocosm wherein a version of you and me exists? If that is probable, they might be more intimate than bosom friends, treading any path together only centimeters apart, more affectionate than eager lovers, with hands glued together. There could be a vast field where they always frolic under the sun, carefree all the time, because of a sinewy emotional bond that ties them together. They could also think of nothing else but each other, doing nothing but kill time and banter while saying sweet nothings, telling each other how much love has engulfed them. In that parallel universe, they will never run out of time, there will be no roadblocks, no hassles, and no impasse. But all of that are big ifs. What if that parallel world is a coincidental one? It will only conclude that the idea of us being together is preposterous. We will still remain the same immobile acquaintances, used to exchanging his and hellos under a cloudy and somber day.

manifestation of love

it's really nice to have someone who admires you that much, who wants to watch the sun set over the horizon together with you, who are used to see you on your peculiarly odd hairdo, who likes every tidbit of what you are. Yes, the assurance of being loved by someone is worth the pain and faith, despite the crumbling of different universes and galaxies, and the unexplained sort of passion that ennobles the very word itself- love. pure and eternal as it could be. we are fed up with the same old songs of flocks of prince charming and damsel in distress, which is which, who is who and what-could-have-been scenario that will all trivially conclude on an overrated sweet, happy ending. the idea is some sort of quixotic and irrelevant, but we enjoy on the imaginative, fantastic course it delivers us. we choose to embark on a spur-of-the-moment journey to discover what is incomplete and what is missing on ourselves, and end up totally exhausted and grief-stricken, only to find out that apparently, no one was there to welcome us, not even a single shadow of a phantasmal creature. We spend most of our precious time to seek that someone who would willingly offer us the radiant moon and the stars, the one who will carry us on their backs to swim across a tormenting, frigid ocean, the one who will stay with us on our sinful exile on Earth. The movies, the books, the media, the society- they already persuaded us that we are in dire need of a partner, our other half, in order for us to survive, to face the multitextured face of life's wickedness, to experience the prescient yet agonizing sentiments that are entrenched inside us. sardonic as it may seem, we will be freed at the time when we already have this someone who are likely to rot and decay together with us. we will be freed by the cuffs of enslavement from human temptation and emotion, time will dissipate into mere vapors, faraway planets will implode to supernovas, as two hearts will turn one. divine. a divine union of two destined creations, sharing the most passionate dreams- candlelit dinners, stargazing while lying on the grass, frolic in the rain, romantic classics, a thrilling roller-coaster ride. God had already predestined and thoughfully set up a complex logistics of all the things. and He cunningly left His proposition to us by finding our pair, whom without them we cannot live life in full and outlast another day. it's really nice to have someone, someone whom you can share a cup of unsweet coffee and enjoy the chilling breeze of the morning...