under the same sky.

I paused while cycling home tonight. in the middle of the park.
I paused, and did a U-turn. because something caught my eye.
the moon that looked like it was cut in half. shining.
but what really stopped me in my tracks were the stars.

I leaned back on the seat of my bike. and gazed into the night sky.

the countless number of stars. so many.
twinkling.

then my heart filled with sorrow. initially for myself, then for others.
why I kept ruminating about my non-existent relationships with people.
and about the fact that the things I want aren't the things good for me.

then I remembered what I just heard earlier that evening.
it's really not just "me, my life, and everything revolves around me".
there's something more, something bigger than myself.
have a look: Global Poverty Project

imagine someone born on exactly the same time, day and year as you.
only thing different is WHERE they live, in a remote part of Africa.
do people choose to be born into a poor place? no.

I think about how she probably has dreams too. big dreams.
how she might be thinking of becoming a doctor.
or even dreaming about getting a chance to go to school.

and I look at myself, how I seem to be fulfilling my dreams.
who am I to complain about MY life?