I believe that the universe is like an impossible puzzle. When you look up into the glittering night sky, you see the echo of humanity stretched out, imprinted in the stars. It’s endless, and maddening. It’s why when you stare for too long, you feel insignificant while also believing that you live in the most fantastic creation, shaped by beautiful thoughts. Maybe when we die, we shatter. Bits of ourselves go out into the sky to become fragments of stardust among the constellations, finally beautiful.
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Nicely written. I happen to know that when we die, we just loose a part of us. Not our entire self. We just loose a small shell of us that we leave behind. Death to me does not exist. The only thing dying is a small portion of our entire being. I sometimes am very curious and anxious to die. Given the world I live on now, its tempting sometimes….
“Finally beautiful”? That may be true for anyone who believes in it or has low self-esteem — However for me, I am already beautiful. (⌒‿‿⌒)