“write about life from the POV of a constellation”
All my life, I’ve heard kids sing “twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are”. First things first, I’m not little. Secondly, I’m just a star, nothing more, nothing less.
It’s fascinating to see humans being creative in how they see me and my kind. They draw lines in between us, and oftentimes, I don’t even know who that other star is in the same line as me. After all, we’re light-years away. How would you expect me to know? And how on their little planet called Earth could they say that those lines resemble their animals and such… I wish I could ask, but I’m just a star, steadily burning myself with every passing year.
It’s funny how humans “wish upon a star”, see us as signs of their future, good luck or well-being. Some even see us as ways to interpret compatibility with their soulmates. Like, seriously, we’re light-years away, how am I even connected to you? Humans are fascinating to think of everything that we are without having met us, while we just burn away until God-knows-when. Looking so far for answers, thinking we resemble animals and ancient figures, when the answers they seek are closer to them than they could ever think.
We are all just stars, burning away in the limitless universe, and one day we’ll be black holes.
But for us to be seen as all sort of things… Humans are fascinating indeed.
And while they wish upon us little stars, and while they connect us stars who don’t know each other, and while they they assume who’s born under which star is compatible with who, I burn away, while wishing what it was like to be human.
Because for them to see so much in us stars is fascinating.
Are they? Or are they not?
– nazriq