i've always been fascinated by the stars... the science behind them is really interesting - astronomy, astro-physics, and especially cosmology are probably my favorite sciences, ever. but also, our cultural human life as conscious people is deeply connected to the stars. like, no matter what we got going on in life, they're always there! you just need to wait at most half a day and BOOM there they are, watching us sleep or stare at them every night. throughout all the bullshit and drama and sadness and happiness of your entire life, you can always go out at night and see the stars.

the really cool part is that most people that have ever existed (and will ever exist) have had this same experience - not just being able to look up at some stars in the sky, but being able to see them (pretty much) exactly as you and i see them today. it connects everyone, everywhere, across time, and i think that's fucking sick!!!

for me, looking up at the stars is a quick, silent reminder of just how small we all are. we're just (relatively) intelligent apes on a big ass rock! flying through space!!! and the stars remind us of that - their scale and the sense of distance we get from them is so immense... it's grounding. it's absolute. it makes me feel insignificant... in a good way... like, nothing we do will ever matter to the stars - what you ate for breakfast today, whether or not you get the job you've been interviewing for, your relationships with your partners, friends, family - the entirety of human history, the full human experience, will never be more than a speck in space and a blip in time.

when i take a step back to look at the bigger picture like this, it makes me realize everything about my life, or anyone's life, doesn't really matter the way we think it does - we are nothing to the stars! all of everything we could ever experience ever is just some made up human bullshit. we spend our entire lives pontificating to try and place humans at the center of everything, when really we're so insignificant...

this truth is quite hard to accept. it challenges all meaning one could ever gleam from my life - love, success, personal growth, everything. and so naturally the next question is - if there is no meaning, what's the point?

i don't think such nihilism has to be so stressing or depressing. i actually think this realization is a good one - i embrace life's lack of meaning! like yes, it's true, there is no point - but that means we are truly free. "i can just do things!" i have no goals except those i choose to chase, no obligations except for those i myself choose to oblige, no expectations except those i expect of myself. i can choose my own meaning, whatever it be, and just live my life according to it, because there is no inherent or prescribed meaning i should be chasing instead!

so, i choose to see life as a journey, and it's meaning the experience of traveling. there is no destination! and yet, some day i will stop traveling and meet my final destination... the things i do along the way, the people i meet and the relationships we build, the goals i work towards and achieve and fail at and abandon and pass on to those who stick around after me, all of them are really no more than temporary moments which i'm fortunate enough to experience. that's why i'm so enthusiastic about gaining new experiences - new places, new people, new foods, new everything. all things on this big 'ol rock, everything under the sun is mine to experience before i leave this world. because by design, the journey won't last forever!

i chronicle this experience, the details of my adventures and explorations, in a private personal journal, called my StarLog. and so, similarly, StarBlog is my public Blog which chronicles my journey amongst the stars !