Starlight...Starbright...the first start I see tonight....
I was walking my dog tonight, in the bitter cold I might add, and something happened to me that happens every once in a while. I happened to glance in the south east sky and noticed a certain constellation. Orion. It was such a pretty sight, on a crisp winter night. The brightness of the stars seemed so pure, in contrast to the coldness and dullness of Earth.
It just made me wonder so much. I know we have scientists to answer all these questions, but its just hard to comprehend how vast something like "space" or the "heavens" really is. Sure to every single one of us, our lives are the most important thing that could happen to us, but really..does it matter? I mean in the grand scheme of things; is Earth just another Kansas? (Dear god I hope the rest of the universe doesn't see us like that. That would really suck..."Oh look its Earth; I'd sure hate to live on that boring planet.)
I always get a sense of Euphoria when I look at Orion. When I was a child; before my father destroyed all innocence I ever had, my father and I would drive 30 miles just to get to a deserted place. I always considered this place sacred in my mind; I was removed from society, and I was with my father. (Keep in mind I was what...7?) Anyway he would pull out his telescope and we'd just stare at the stars for hours, and I mean hours. He'd tell me stories of why each constellation was named the way it was; and we even made our own constellations up. I remember we'd make up stories for the consellations and everything.
However, the one thing that has stuck in my mind more than anything else.The last time we ever went on one of these trips he taught me about Orion. We sat there for roughly an hour and a half and just talked about Orion; everything about him, and why he is what he is. Orion quickly became my favorite constellation, at the time, to me it was the coolest. Everytime I saw Orion I thought of my father, it was such a personal connection to a cluster of stars that man would most probably never touch foot on. A connection; that for some reason I still feel.
I guess I just think its so odd that even though my father abused me, even though I was molested by his friends, and even though he denied ever being my father; everytime I see Orion I forget everything. Sure I'll reflect, and sure sometimes it may hurt, but through it all I know Orion will be there another day. Another day of believing that what I do is correct; and another day knowing that atleast someone or something out there will always be there for me, and not judge me for what I've done; or whats been done to me....
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This post is dedicated to all the Orions out there; be it in the sky or on Earth. To every person who stands for who they are; to every person who faces life head first, and to every person who maintains the strength from day one. Each of you are Orions in someone's lives; everyone of you can make a difference, and I just want to thank you for that very thing. Thank you for being an Orion; and thank you for being you
It just made me wonder so much. I know we have scientists to answer all these questions, but its just hard to comprehend how vast something like "space" or the "heavens" really is. Sure to every single one of us, our lives are the most important thing that could happen to us, but really..does it matter? I mean in the grand scheme of things; is Earth just another Kansas? (Dear god I hope the rest of the universe doesn't see us like that. That would really suck..."Oh look its Earth; I'd sure hate to live on that boring planet.)
I always get a sense of Euphoria when I look at Orion. When I was a child; before my father destroyed all innocence I ever had, my father and I would drive 30 miles just to get to a deserted place. I always considered this place sacred in my mind; I was removed from society, and I was with my father. (Keep in mind I was what...7?) Anyway he would pull out his telescope and we'd just stare at the stars for hours, and I mean hours. He'd tell me stories of why each constellation was named the way it was; and we even made our own constellations up. I remember we'd make up stories for the consellations and everything.
However, the one thing that has stuck in my mind more than anything else.The last time we ever went on one of these trips he taught me about Orion. We sat there for roughly an hour and a half and just talked about Orion; everything about him, and why he is what he is. Orion quickly became my favorite constellation, at the time, to me it was the coolest. Everytime I saw Orion I thought of my father, it was such a personal connection to a cluster of stars that man would most probably never touch foot on. A connection; that for some reason I still feel.
I guess I just think its so odd that even though my father abused me, even though I was molested by his friends, and even though he denied ever being my father; everytime I see Orion I forget everything. Sure I'll reflect, and sure sometimes it may hurt, but through it all I know Orion will be there another day. Another day of believing that what I do is correct; and another day knowing that atleast someone or something out there will always be there for me, and not judge me for what I've done; or whats been done to me....
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This post is dedicated to all the Orions out there; be it in the sky or on Earth. To every person who stands for who they are; to every person who faces life head first, and to every person who maintains the strength from day one. Each of you are Orions in someone's lives; everyone of you can make a difference, and I just want to thank you for that very thing. Thank you for being an Orion; and thank you for being you