When I was a kid, astronomy was my life. I used to stare at the stars all the time and point out the constellations in the sky. I used to be amazed by their beauty and mystery, and as a child, I hoped one day I could go to them.
But as I got older, my view shifted away from the stars. It was focused on my bills, my complicated relationships, and my regrets. I learned that the stars in the night sky are not stars at all, but what is left of their light. Trillions of years of light traveling to us; seemingly eternal. I could never go to them.
For the first time in many years, I looked up at the stars, and in the night sky I saw my favorite constellation, Orion; and it hit me that one day, when the light from those distant stars reaches its end, Orion will never be seen again.
Orion never really existed in my life time, nor in any other person's life time. Just the memory of it. Just the illusion of something that once was. And I realized, if something so vast, so seemingly eternal and wondrous is gone, then how small and insignificant...
are we all?