I Wish for the Stars
Hello, 2013!
To all of you, readers, a very happy new year. 2012 has been a very eventful year for a lot of us. But new years also mean new dreams and new experiences to look forward to. And I wish all of you the fulfillment of your dreams, an infusion of joy, and the return of wonder.
In this day and age of speed and efficiency, awe and wonder are things that have become hard to come by. I miss being awed. I miss feeling overwhelmed by the feeling of elation when I am face to face with something big and wonderful and almost impossible.
So, dear readers, allow me to share to you that this 2013, I wish to see the stars.
Not the city night sky we always see, where you can actually count the number of stars you see. No, I'd like to see the one where it looks like Someone had thrown silver dust against the black sky, where the expression "countless as the stars" isn't an expression, where you can actually see the Milky Way. I've seen it only once in my life, when my clan spent the night in a beautiful but remote resort on Samal Island for my grandmother's 83rd birthday. I hadn't been awed like that in a while. Looking at the stars, I felt small and not so very powerful. But that was alright. Because I also felt peace, and that it was okay to not be too powerful at that point in time. It suddenly made me realize how self-absorbed I had been. And how God was so terrifyingly awesome.
To all of you, readers, a very happy new year. 2012 has been a very eventful year for a lot of us. But new years also mean new dreams and new experiences to look forward to. And I wish all of you the fulfillment of your dreams, an infusion of joy, and the return of wonder.
In this day and age of speed and efficiency, awe and wonder are things that have become hard to come by. I miss being awed. I miss feeling overwhelmed by the feeling of elation when I am face to face with something big and wonderful and almost impossible.
So, dear readers, allow me to share to you that this 2013, I wish to see the stars.
Not the city night sky we always see, where you can actually count the number of stars you see. No, I'd like to see the one where it looks like Someone had thrown silver dust against the black sky, where the expression "countless as the stars" isn't an expression, where you can actually see the Milky Way. I've seen it only once in my life, when my clan spent the night in a beautiful but remote resort on Samal Island for my grandmother's 83rd birthday. I hadn't been awed like that in a while. Looking at the stars, I felt small and not so very powerful. But that was alright. Because I also felt peace, and that it was okay to not be too powerful at that point in time. It suddenly made me realize how self-absorbed I had been. And how God was so terrifyingly awesome.
