What is it about the stars and it's peculiar existence? Its ecstatic beauty is often portrayed in the tales of forever happiness. Or maybe it is over fantasized by the romantic poets? Maybe stars are just another prey of romanticism. Who knows? After all, they are just a burning piece of the heavenly body. Is it precious? Ask the poets. Is it reachable? Ask the scientists. Both will give you different answers when asked upon about the stars. If you are hopeless and not romantic then to you, it may seem nothing more than just "something" that exists only for the sake of existing. It is just another part of your routine that does not interfere with your capitalism-inspired life.
But all in all, its existence depends on what soil your seed has been planted on. The stems of your brain and the roots of your heart will ultimately shape your opinion about the stars. This heavenly body is a terrific topic to make casual talks for scientists at lunch. But for kids, and poets they are a source of wonderment.
Dare I not miss to mention souls hunting for wanderlust. For they hike, miles to set up camp and gaze at the stars. Their body tired from the uphill is welcomed by the galaxies far above. They connect with the dark matters millions of miles away. Their aura speaks to the eyes 👁️ filled with wonderment down below. And who says humans have traveled to space since the dawn of science, they've been doing it before the letter "s" of science was written.
And you think we can't reach the stars?
Ask the poets, they go there every day.
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