My Experience Of Being Alone

For the majority of my life, I had been shy, even though it didn’t seem like it most of the time, I was scared to death when I met new people. I know that it sounds extremely trivial, but I feel that when you first meet someone, you’re ultimately giving them their first impression of yourself and that is a lot of pressure. It seemed almost certain that I would lead a life of being a social wallflower until March 2017, more specifically, March 28th, 2017. This day was and still is important to me because I learned how to be confident, and through my experience, it taught me something that I will hold onto forever. Prior to this day, I was an extremely introverted person and rarely went out of my way to make friends. As a volunteer at day

Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them. Under these stars and sky I used to hear stories, but now it seemed as if it was the sky that was telling us a story as its stars fell, violently colliding with each other. The moon hid behind clouds to avoid seeing what was happening” (Beah 80).

The first thing you felt was the softness of something beneath you, and the warmness of what you assumed was sunlight on your tan skin. Sitting up very slowly, you examined the space around you to find what was so soft below your outstretched legs. Golden flowers grew out of the cracked stone ground, shining a yellowish hue that seemed to make them even more beautiful than they already were. The sunlight that lit up part of the room you were currently residing in came from a distant hole in the rocky roof hanging high above you. Groggily, you stood up.

I was a passenger in the backseat of our family vehicle. The small bumps in the pavement lulled me to a place of perfect repose. As we looked outside our windows we could see the sky painting a magnificent show for us. The sun was going down, but the heavens were brighter and more astounding than I had ever seen them before. It was as if someone had set the clouds alight with raging wildfires and splashes of pink and purple scattered about. I never wanted it to end, but the sky had other plans. The masterpiece before us began to recede into darkness as the nighttime engulfed the sun and put daytime to

In the poem “Of the Threads That Connect the Stars” by Martin Espada, a father and his son are looking up at the night sky, stargazing. Having a father and son moment both go into a conversation, the father asks his son “Did you ever see stars” (1). The poem goes through three generations, the speaker and his father, then the speaker and his son. The father was a former boxer and that was his own understanding of stars, then he had a son (the speaker) that had a rough upbringing, he never got an opportunity to witness "the stars" or “galaxies”, but once he (the speaker) had a son he seen real stars, the planets etc.

I had woken up extra early that morning to watch it all happen. To watch part of my life that had been ever so dominant disappear in a small gold 96’ Saturn. I watched it carefully, not thinking that these few moments would be our last, but that they would be the last that we were in some way equal.

The moment I realized I love astronomy was on a family trip to canada. Before my trip to canada I lived in the city of lights, Los Angeles. Every time I would look up to the sky at home, I would see a darkness full of lights vacant of the twinkling stars that should be present but the moment I looked up at the sky in canada I saw something that I could never conceptualize nor imagine. Something that made me feel as if I were I were just a second within a billion years. When I looked up at the sky in canada I saw a luminous white glow expand and take on a slightly greenish emission, and soon, the skies began to dance around in a motion that seemed random yet full of meaning. I quickly came to the realization that I was in the presence of the

You may have been wondering if i could change back to myself. Well I tried over and over again to become normal again but it just has not worked. All my friends that I had in 1920 most of them died so I have nothing it's hard to not have anyone but myself. Most of my hiding spots became something else over time. So I decided to fly far far away to a island hoping that no one will ever see me again until i can become normal

The universe of the past was understood to be a simple one-galaxy model that was both unchanging and immeasurable. Theories have constantly changed and been reconstructed to better portray the progression of human understanding over time. “The cosmos began

Awe. Light is not beautiful without darkness. My Dad and I stepped outside the cabin into the wee hours of a crisp autumn morning. We were to prepare for a fishing derby that would begin at sunrise and walked down a dark gravel road toward the docks. Already tired to begin with, the freezing mountain air made me even more tired which made be even more cold. The wind blew the terrible odor of a dumpster our way which made the walk even more unbearable. Then, something caught my eye. Through the almost bear trees above me, I saw a canopy filled with stars glimmering through. I found myself face to face with the universe in a cosmic desert, each star a grain of sand.

I am writing back home to try and depict the exhilarating experience of Oklahoma. The vast rolling plains are so picturesque that no camera can do justice to what I see in person. The endless sea of green moves harmoniously with every breath of wind. The wildlife migrates with every dawn and dusk of the sun without disturbing God’s angelic creation. A sun that decorates the sky with every color that could be created on painter’s palette and gilds the terrain around me. The setting of the sun lasts a lifetime in its beauty but is passes in moments in reality. What is left is darkness. A darkness that coexsists with the illumination by the overwhelming abundance of stars. Each one drawing its own creation in the sky. Even at

I sat in a chair next to a peep hole in the window the entire night. I saw the sun fall over the distant mountains. Then I saw its rays hit them with the break of morning. It lived to see tomorrow, and so did I.

I wondered, I dreamt and I pondered under the sky. Everything that has occurred, from the stirring of life under water millions of years ago to the one small step for mankind, has occurred on this tiny little rock floating in space with a velocity that could kill. Every mystical dream conceived, every heartbreak, every divine inspiration, every convenience of life we created belongs on the tiny blue marble suspended on a platform that is both mystical and

As a child, did you ever gaze at the stars with wonder and awe? The sun, the

Bogard first introduced the topic with a personal anecdote that described his experiences with darkness as a child. Imagery such as “hands disappeared before my eyes” and “meteors left smoky trails” evoked nostalgia among the readers. Suddenly, Bogard transitions from the romantic descriptions of the past night sky to cold hard statistics of the current generation. Statistics indicates that only 2/10 children in the US will know a sky dark enough for the Milky Way, brining awareness to the