Last night I stood under the stars and the week fell away.
All that noise. All that urgency. Gone.
Not solved. Just shrunk.
The sky doesn't care what's in your head.
It never did.
And standing beneath something that vast, you stop caring too.
This is what life is about.
Not the problems.
The perspective.
Smallness isn't defeat.
It's relief.
The universe doesn't worry.
Why should you?
