I don’t remember the last time I stared at the stars and I think I have forgotten the joy of looking at them. Perhaps the bright city light at night and the giant buildings hide their glitter from my eyes or maybe it’s me who ignore them.

It’s been a long time, indeed.

When I was a little girl I rarely missed the chance of staring at the stars. I think, in a little village where I grew up, no light could beat them. The place was far away from the sparkling giant buildings. The only big buildings  found were a church and a mosque without so many lights as the heart of believers coming at night is more than enough to shine those buildings.

When I was little, stars meant  hope, a simple hope for a little girl to go outside, to find Orion and Crux. I knew where to find them.

It’s been a long time, indeed.

This night I found myself lost under the night sky. I don’t remember where to find Orion and Crux. I don’t even know what the stars mean to me.

If you look at the sky tonight, perhaps we are staring at the same constellation. You know what, when we look at the stars, we are looking at the past as some of them were probably dead as their lights reach our eyes.

I want to tell you a quote from  Exuperey, “People have stars, but they aren’t the same. For travelers, the stars are guide. For other people they are nothing but tiny lights, for scholars they are problems….”

I let them be a mystery. How about you?
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