Last Thursday I was sitting outside after everyone had gone to bed. It had been one of those weeks where nothing seemed to be working out, and I was feeling pretty disconnected from everyone.
I remembered something I’d read here about all of life being connected, even when we can’t see it.
I looked up and realized that the stars I was looking at were the same ones my grandparents had seen, and their grandparents before them.
I don’t know why that particular thought affected me so much, but it did. I ended up staying outside for almost an hour.
Sometimes the smallest realization changes your whole evening.