Sometimes when you look up at the stars, you realize how foolish it is to let little things weigh you down. The universe is vast, so endless it makes your biggest worries feel like dust on the edge of eternity. Be honest, half the things keeping you up tonight won't even matter a month from now. The text you didn't get a reply to, the conversation that didn't go the way you hoped, the plan that fell apart, the person who stopped caring, the opportunity you missed, the words you wish you hadn't said, the friends who drifted away. It all fades quietly, like echoes swallowed by space. The stars have seen empires rise and fall, hearts break and heal, and yet they still shine, unbothered, reminding you that nothing truly lasts, not the pain, not the confusion, not even the version of you that feels lost right now. So breathe. Be gentle with yourself. Life isn't supposed to be figured out all at once, it's meant to be lived, stumbled through, and felt deeply. And maybe that's the secret, to stop gripping so tightly, to let time do its quiet work, and to trust that the same universe that holds galaxies together can hold you too, love