I really miss the stars. Living close to the big city, I am lucky to see the moon. The other day a friend and I were admiring the size of Venus as she sat below a crescent moon as if hung by a string. But it's just not the same. When I am at my dad's house (his telescope comes in handy) or at my mom's along the Lake, I actually really enjoy putting my back on the ground and seeing what's in store, especially in August, when meteors are straddling the planet en masse.

For a dreamer like me, you feel like you can pluck them right out of the sky. Oddly,when I was younger, the stars made me stronger, more in control of my world. I am not sure why. One possibility is that there was no hurry for anything then. I don't think I even realized that my time on this Earth was not going to be infinite until I turned 25 or so. It was too easy to lie there and contemplate the number of stars in the sky, the origins of the universe, wormholes, travel to other planets, God. How many of us have contemplated the same things? How can your mind not wander towards the big questions when your witnessing something as big as the universe. As I've gotten older, the stars have become smaller and closer, but seemingly less attainable. I find myself trying to find an answer to the question, how do I reach that star??

WHAT WOULD YOU ATTEMPT TO DO IF YOU KNEW YOU COULD NOT FAIL??