While sitting out admiring the perfectly clear, star filled night I was struck with a realization:
Life Goes On.
I always knew this before but I wasn't able to truly grasp the concept.
It was only after looking at the infinite stars, the beautiful, crystal clear, almost full moon and what I believed to be Venus that I was finally able to wrap my mind around it. These stars and other objects that I was looking at were the same ones that people of the ancient past would sit out and stare at, contemplating their own lives. They were the same ones that astronomers such as Galileo, Brahe and even Ptolemy would gaze at when determining the order of the universe. Now here I sit, looking at the same stars, thinking that my world has been ripped apart but really, the happenings in my own little life are so small, petty and insignificant when really thinking about the big picture. My trials and tribulations are nothing. Things will go on. I will go on. There is no other option. Even when I do cease to exist things will still go on around me as if I was never here. To sit, wallowing in my misery when I have the whole world at my fingertips made me feel very foolish. I am not going to leave any sort of imprint on the world in that fashion.
Peace comes from the strangest of places. But it comes.