When I was young, I use to ask where did humans come from as a species? My mother use to explain to me that humans were a form of descendants of primates. It made me laugh when I thought back about it because she explained to me in chinese and I being a child of only limited vocabularies, use to believe that instead of primates we were a form of descendants of stars. Galactic balls of immensely heated gas. In chinese stars sound the same as gorillas.
Then one day, I began walking home after school, this was during winter when the days are shorten, do you believe by 4:30pm the sky begins to fade into darkness. I remember thinking to myself how come humans can't be a form of descendant from the moon? Wouldn't that be great? If I were the moon, I can hide myself from people's view after two weeks when I'm sad and want to be alone then gradually become a full moon at times when I feel a burst of self esteem. Then I thought about how lonely I would be since I'd be the biggest object in the sky and none were my kin. I guess I can make friends with stars...but being a singled out object still didn't seem desirable to me. Being a star seemed like a better deal.
Another day passed I started drawing pictures with people flying in the sky, my mom asked me what I was drawing and I explained the concept of stars. I guess she asked because she knew obviously I'm no prodigy in drawing...it probably was too hard for her to decipher with her naked eyes. Eventually my mom thought I was nuts and correctly repeated primates by saying monkey...
That was when my hopes of becoming a galactic ball of heated gas became crushed...
Yrs afterwards, I still don't want to let go of the idea of being stars, you know we can rot, decay, and turn into dust/soil depending whether or not to be cremated. If we are cremated, we can become dust and travel high up in the sky perhaps even carried out to space and then becomes stars? ha ha ha stupid AND naive right?
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