The night of him looking at the stars was the night that everything changed.
That night as the planets danced overhead, a thought grabbed him and shot right up his nose and into his brain, almost taking his breath away.
Here he was abandoned in Space, a traveller and whatever the dimensions of this universe there could only be so many travellers.
Whatever brought him or sent him to this place - that whatever he was going through was unique – perhaps what he was experiencing really meant something. There was a reason for his being
If that was true, then everyone else he knew or met or saw was travelling too – all of them wound up by a key and sent on a path with little decision on their part of what they should take.
If they had been molded by a god: the woman in the bakery, or the postman, or the kid who always cried, then they had an angel at their birth – but even if their heart, their existence or their imagination was an accident of the universe – they were still unique, still special, still a traveller.
So when he jumped to conclusions or jumped to attention or jumped out of the way, he told himself to remember – no one asked to be a traveller.
Be kind.
Be kind.
bobby stevenson 2012 "we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars..."
Enjoyed this. It has a message we all need to hear.
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