Celestial Confessions: Finding Love and Acceptance in Cosmic Indifference

"I love when the sky makes me feel insignificant"-It Ends With Us, Colleen Hoover

I know a lot of people who relate to that line, and that's beautiful. But that’s where you and I are different. You look at the sky to embrace the full extent of your cosmic insignificance because no matter what you do, at least the sun and stars don’t care that you messed up that one thing that one time- and that knowledge brings you comfort.

I look at the sky to feel noticed. I want to know that the cosmic objects I’m looking at are looking back at me with as much admiration as I have when I look at them. They’ve seen every single part of my life, however insignificant and remember even the small mishaps and the small successes better than I do.

They know about that one time I messed up a presentation in front of the class and ran offstage crying from the embarrassment. They know about the time I threw a hardcover at my sister’s face because I was mad. They know about the time the Vice Principal caught me bunking a class. They know every terrible decision I've made and they don’t love me inspite of it, they love me because of it. They understand my darkness because they can relate to it. The night sky is primarily just darkness, but if I can look up at it and accept the darkness while admiring the beauty of the moon and stars that are the only things that brighten it, what reason do I have to believe that it won’t do the same for me?