Stars Upon Our Sky
So, once upon a midnight dreary (😏), as I was returning from the local library and on my way home, I -for some obscure reason- glanced towards the night sky and squinted my eyes tightly in hope of seeing stars.
Now, where I live, stars are very hard to percieve, since the city's lights entirely outshine these gently glowing stars and so you have to try hard in order to see them.
Then, however, I -squinting still- noticed that their were quite many *everywhere* and that's when I came up with the metaphor.
Those stars are like the little blessings we have in our life (in this case, the night sky).
Yes, they're there, but we don't always pay them full attention because of the many conflicts and the rush of life the which we encounter everyday (the city's lights being these regular hardships or just life as a whole).
For all that, we always tend to recognise and acknowledge these blessings whenever we see those who are less fortunate than us. Those who scarcely have any stars on their sky.
Those misfortunate beings that make you realise that you're truly, assuredly blessed.
I figured that the moment we do encounter those who are less fortunate than us is the very same instant during which the city's lights go out.
When you -momentarily- forget the present and just revel in the reality of these little stars that illuminate your sky- the blessings that beautify your life.
