stars

Someone once asked me if I felt connected to something bigger than myself. Not like God or a religion. More like, nature. The question took me aback. It sounded hippie-like. I was cynical. But later that night, as I returned from school, I looked up at the sky and realised I did feel that connection.

I feel it with the stars.

A string of bad days would be reflected in cloudy nights. Challenging days possessing even a glimmer of hope would have stars sparkling. And the great days painted the sky with radiating starlight, sometimes even treating viewings to a shooting star or two.

Laying by the pool of our villa residence, isolated from any source of light, a peace of mind arrives as I submit all aspirations to the stars. The keeper of my deepest reflections, it makes you feel so small yet also significant. You notice the minor details, but also the metanarratives; the collective and the singular. There are no expectations here, simply a state of being. Minutes turn into hours, with every passing of time a greater, more profound appreciation for its beauty developed. Mellow music resonates through the speakers, striking chords within ourselves that transform into thoughts. They are, however, simply that - thoughts.

To the stars of the Phuket, child to the sky of the Andaman, thank you for housing my mind, nay, my soul.