Alright, fine.
Since someone has to go first, I figure I might as well, this was my idea after all, and I might as well endorse it.
So, a few days ago, I started thinking about something. I was down on Matar. Enjoying the cold, clear night air. The aurora flickered silently in the sky, it was beautiful. Its funny, I wasn't raised matari, I wasn't raised Sebiestor. I was raised Gallentean, in New Heuromont. And yet, at that moment, with the stars burning, and the nebula casting that ghostly red light through the pines and across the snow, contrasted by the brilliant cobalt blues of the aurora...I felt more at home then I had my entire life. Right and truly, this was where I was supposed to be. I felt so incredibly blessed by the spirits, just to be able to catch a glimpse of this wonderful place.
There was some small shift in my mind, like the world had slid to the left, just a little. Like the spirits had decided they needed to whack me upside the head. And then I realized. I'd always had this. Seeing this beauty, this awe and wonder. Its something I've always done. Stargazing with my father before me and my family had a falling out, sitting with my mum on a cold night sipping hot chocolate, how could I forget that? How had I managed to stop seeing the world that way, those little things. The beauty of a leaf, the curls of steam escaping your nose on a cold day, the glitter of canon fire during a battle, the silent cold glow of the nebula...when had I lost that vision? When had I stopped seeing it? Why? Was it because I was a capsuleer? Because I had more money, and resources, the little things mattered less?
I didn't want it to be that way. I smiled up at the night sky, and thanked the spirits for showing me what I had been missing. I felt a very slight tingle along the skin above my eye, where my voluval was, light enough to almost be imagined. I knew it wasn't though. I laughed and flopped back onto the snow, staring up at the sky. I must of looked half mad with that crazy grin.
I've started looking more. Seeing beauty in strange places.
Have you really sat back, and just let the wonder of something as simple and yet amazing as a tree run through you? Knowing how many billions of years of evolution went into that tree. Its the little things, the ones we overlook the most, that have the most impact when we finally stop overlooking them.
The world is singing to us, we just have to learn to listen.
This story was submitted by Kikia Truzhari
