The Fault in Ourselves.
We are always looking up at the stars. Staring out into the infinite abyss for answers to things that follow us on earth. We’re always wishing.
As we grow older, our hearts fill with constant forms of hope or dread, alternating between being sure of what we have and the fear of someday having to live without it. The stopping and starting of happiness, never equal between the beats, just a fluid motion of a neck craned up at the stars.
But do not swear by the moon, the inconstant moon.
Not every question has an answer. With all of the time spent straining our bodies to somehow see what lies ahead, we waste all of our time gazing up at stars that will never be given a moment down here on earth. Stop looking up. Start looking in.