I remember when I was first introduced to aliens; it was a winter night with no electricity, as always,
And in the light of a torch which barely lightened up the room.
“Do you know what aliens are?” My sister asked me that night.
“They are these green beings living on planets far away from ours, you got it?”
I did and that was enough to make to me stay late up at nights,
So much so that no matter how cold my butt would get I would never stop looking up at the stars; hoping to find spaceships somewhere in the night sky.
But I never found one; else the meteorites of which I thought were small spaceships. And so to this very day,
As I ascend towards the night sky which has blasted into infinity,
There surely lives a part of me hoping to spot a spaceship somewhere.
We all have, I think, this part of us which dreads not to find one in its lifetime.
But no matter what the reason to look up at the night sky,
The only thing not to lose is the desire to look up at it as often as possible,
So to at least realize how shallow the belief of our so called “Unique Existence”
And the belief that we mean something to the universe
We don’t, of course,
But then why do we exist at all if not so unique?
Who said you have to be unique so to exist at all?
All you have to be is a little bit curious, passionate, loving, caring and a little bit funny as well.
And so that is enough for one to live his whole life.