Catching Stardust
Do you know how hard it is to catch a falling star?
I don’t.
But I could very easily suppose that even your mom’s yellow mittens wouldn’t help.
See, stars, in the most scientific of senses would pertain to heavenly bodies consisting of gases and particulate matter with varying gravitational forces and maybe, even distinct planetary systems which, if further discussed may easily put you to sleep.
Even with the death of a said star, it only degenerates into something even harder to comprehend. The nuances of a black hole, of course will not be discussed here.
Something as intangible as a red dwarf star, or an immense black hole or even something as complex as a quasar eludes comprehension.Or maybe, we’re just not ready to understand it, and of course accept it.
In the next few days, I will be entering my last year of college. Probably, maybe, possibly, other expressions of uncertainty, it may be my last chance to do most of the things that I would want to do. Relationships may inevitably end after it, new ones may begin. Realities fade as new ones begin to form.
Intangible and incomprehensible as quasars and blackholes and falling balls of flame, the future evades my complete understanding and of course, acceptance. To be said simply, I’m just not ready.
Frankly, I do not know how to catch stardust, or even truly know if it exists. Neither do I know how to wrestle with something so imminent and omnipresent as a tomorrow.
However, I do know how to make instant noodles.
It doesn’t help but at least I’ve done something else with my time.
