“I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.” – Vincent Van Gogh.
I know why, Vincent.
The stars are faraway.
Shining in the distance.
Some shine brighter than others.
Some shine before others.
Some shine all through the night.
Some fade mid-way.
Some guide humans into the right path.
Overall, they all exist. Stars exist.
You can’t always see them,
but you eventually do.
You might lose sight off them when it’s too dark.
It might be too cold, too windy, too cloudy for you to look up and gaze at the illuminating sky.
it might be time for the sun to awaken and fulfil its duty.
But you eventually meet the stars,
even if they are miles away.
Dreams are like that.
I look at the stars and I dream too, Vincent.
Because dreams are like stars.
I’d like to think that no matter how much distance I have left to reach my dreams, they still exist, just like the stars.
Sometimes it becomes all blurry and dark and I lose motivation,
but the next day, week, or month I can still get up and fight.
I can still look up at my stars and dream.
I can still gaze into my bright existing future, Vincent.
This is why, Vincent.
This is my why.