Stars

“Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements - the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life - weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today.”
― Lawrence M. Krauss

In which this bundle of stardust has nothing to add

Atoms

“It's that heart of gold, and stardust shine that makes you beautiful.” 

                                                                                 R.M. Broderick

We’re all just a bunch of socially odd atoms striving to continue existing, spinning in space on a ball of rock and magma, gazing at specks of light in the darkness millions of light years away.
We aquire affection for other bunches of atoms and call it ‘love’, we blush and touch lips and exist for but a moment in the infiniteness of time.

Meandering

"Travel not to find yourself, but to remember who you've been all along."

                                                                                       Anonymous

I've always wanted to travel. To visit places my stardust-self has never seen or touched, that is my dream. But I suspect that is the dream of most of the homo sapiens placed upon this lump of rock. We restlessly wish to move from one place to another, looking. Looking for something. 
Most of us probably won't ever discover what it is we are searching for. Some of us might. Perhaps what we are looking for isn't even here, but in the distant reach of the glowing galaxy many miles away. Maybe the stars have destined us to never reach our goal, forever reaching and longing for what we can't have.

Stardust

"I will love the light, for it shows me the way; yet I will love the darkness, for it shows me the stars."

                                                       Augustine "Og" Mandino

I've been coming to realize that the darkness I feel isn't all bad. Some days it feels overwhelming, as if I've been sucked into a black hole with no certianty of how, or when, I will be let out. But sometimes, rarely, I claw my way out and am greeted by the glimmers of stardust that welcome my return.
I suppose we all have black holes in our lives, and I wonder if many people learn to see the softly blinking specks of light that hide amongst the darkness.