Outer Space
by Maujerie
Look up the sky at night and see thousands of stars twinkling and winking at you. All of them are bright. Some outshine the others, but nonetheless, every single one has its unique glimmer. And when you see them, hope is found. Hope that every person can become a star of her own. To live not to just exist. Hope that one’s own is much better than what one’s mind can perceive. Hope that in the darkness, a light will be found. Hope that we would never be swallowed by the depths of a black hole.
Hope? Look past the twinkles and what the naked eye sees. The stars we see are only a little of what is out there in massive space. And most of these gaseous balls are fading. But we don’t know that they are. And most people are like that. We see a facade of happiness, of greatness. What we don’t notice is that they’re stars waiting for self-destruction. They are the stars that have lost hope.
And there are only two possibilities where they may end up.
A star, when dying, explodes in the form of a supernova. This explosion may result to the creation of a new heavenly body like a star or a planet. That is the first possibility. The reborn of a person. The change for the better and the stronger. This star shines brighter than it has done before.
The supernova remains of gaseous debris may turn into a black hole. This may turn invisible. But sooner or later, they become the visible ones. The direction of all things miserable. Where stars that glimmer in faux come and laugh. That is what happens to a person who’s had enough of fighting and living through the limelight of life. It is being sucked in the emotions you feel or being numb and feel zero emotions. It’s either feeling everything or nothing at all and it can lead to drowning into the mass of emotions from the people that surrounds you.
You can fight it. But most people can’t. For them, it’s never a choice. It’s never a decision. It’s a way of living. Undesirable. If the black hole decides to swallow you into its empty and dark space of nothing, you’ve got nothing to do but keep yourself in a corner and do whatever it takes to make the emotions fade or feel the emotions.
Me? I want to be sucked in by that black hole but it never had the courage to come to me. It’s scared of me. And that is what everything is all about.
