The Universe

The universe. It sounds like a larger than life word. It is, in reality too. Probably one of those words which adds a spark to our moments whenever we use it. Can we call that as a feel good word? I think so. Maybe something even better than feel good would do. We've marvelled at the existence of our dear universe. We've argued diligently for centuries as to its origin. And we've dreamt about it in many ways. Maybe we weren't just born to live, work, get our pay, spend it and repeat the same after all. You can probably cut the live there if you feel so. I've always felt a certain affliction towards the helical bodies, puzzled on how they would've been formed millions of years ago before you and I and all our ancestors were born. I foolishly as a child, visualised some sort of God riding over a chariot on the moon at night. You don't get all your parts of life strung together at such moments, but I guess you get it piece by piece. I found answers to some of my questions, all done by hours of clueless gazing at the gazillion stars and the weird constellations they form amongst themselves. Answers about life, love, hope and belief. They didn't just strike you or me at once, it is a process and we will take our time to figure it out. How many times have we relied on the universe to fathom our next course of action? Maybe we do believe that the universe is a character, which is capable of sending signals. Or maybe we see what we want to see. Maybe most of your choices didn't work out the way you wanted it to be. But in the realm that was created by one big bangity explosion of matter, our choices are choices for us and grains of silicon to the universe. So are our flaws, our perils and our hardships. Sometimes, all you got to do, to survive is to look at the sky, vivid and vast in it's whole glory. If you're lucky, you won't just survive. You'll thrive. Be young, be foolish.