Most of us spend our lives wearing masks. Some of them handed to us, some borrowed, and some we don’t even realize we’re wearing. Your name, your opinions, your affiliations, your fears, your social feed. It’s all a patchwork of identities stitched together by repetition and expectation.

I often find myself looking up at the night sky and feeling both tiny and awake. The stars aren’t just dots of light. They are reminders of a universe that existed long before us and will continue long after us. Within that vastness, every human worry, ambition, and triumph suddenly feels both fragile and miraculous.

Nature is not outside of us. The universe is not elsewhere. The same forces shaping mountains, oceans, stars, and galaxies are moving through you right now.