February 22, 2018
Is it possible
still to hear those whispered words
you once said proudly?
February 1, 2017
I see you each day –
scattered in between moments
I once shared with you.
May 31, 2016
I wish there was a way to know
that today will be the day I would miss —
that today will be the day I would look back on,
and be pained with immense longing.
“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”
— Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994
January 3, 2015
From the deepest of my heart, to the
infinity of love, thank you, God, for blessing me with such extraordinary life.
To wake up this morning, on a bed in a home. To be able to quench my thirst and feed my hunger. To be welcomed by the winter’s cold and a soft kiss by the morning sun. To hear the singing birds, and watch the trees dance. To have a job I enjoy, and the opportunity to pursue my goals through education. To have the means to commute to places unexplored. To have friends that care and support. To have people I call my family. A beautiful, hardworking, and headstrong Mom who’s love I will never comprehend. A dedicated, loving Dad who’s soul burns with passion. A thoughtful, supportive, and tough Sister who’s big heart cannot be measured. An understanding, generous, patient, and kind-hearted lover who’s spirit glows in gold. To have a past to look back on, and something spectacular to look forward to.
From the deepest of my heart, to the infinity of love, thank you, God, for blessing me with such extraordinary life, where I can live and fear, knowing that I have absolutely everything precious,
is such a daring thing to do.