I am stardust.

I am a remnant of one of the most powerful objects in existence, from the eyes that see the world around me, to the oxygen that keeps me alive. I was created when a star, a super-giant red star, too heavy to continue fusion, collapsed, blasting oxygen, nitrogen, iron and the other parts of me into space. The threads of my life began when the nebula that remained of that once majestic and violent star began forming into another star, and with it, a small, insignificant, blue planet.

 

I am a product of nuclear fusion.

 

The same elements that make up my body make up the other stars in the universe. All seven septillion of them. The basic elements that I could not live without make up stars of unfathomable size. Stars so big that it would take billions of lifetimes to simply walk around their surfaces.

I am part of this universe.

 

Every cell in my body, every molecule, every strand of DNA, every tiny cell is part of this universe. Even though I stand on an insignificant planet in the outer arms of a galaxy in the farthest parts of a populous super-cluster, I am part of this universe.

 

I am alive.

 

Though I cannot do much, though I am insignificant in the scale of this universe, I am alive. I am here, in this moment, taking in this world around me. I am a miracle, a product of simple evolution, and the ever-pervasive force that is life. I am existing, I am here, and I am alive.

 

I exist.

 

And though I cannot change the world around me, I can let a butterfly land on my open palms and let it take a wish -- a will, a force -- into the universe. I can gaze at the sunrise and enjoy this life as it is. I can breathe fresh, crisp air. Air that gives me life, air that came from stars.

 

I am stardust.

Author's Note

So I originally wrote this in a facebook note, and decided it was worthy, ahaha.

Reviews

[Emunah June.]

This would make a great book :D