If you could see the constellation within you, understand how much of the universe lives under your skin, would you love yourself more?
There is stardust in your bones, a tidal pull in your blood, a quiet orbit in your heart, an atmosphere in your lungs that rises and falls. Electric stars fire in your mind, while minerals and crystals form and dissolve softly within you.
If you could fathom this inner galaxy working without rest, faithfully keeping you alive, would you see creation differently? Would you look at people with more admiration?
If you could measure life, would you stand in awe of the vessel that holds you, and find worth in the person it contains?
Because if you could value yourself a little more than gold or platinum, a little more than even the oxygen you breathe, you might value others too, and feel less frustration at their existence.
