July 5th, 2021
Whenever I felt invisible, my mom used to remind me I wasn’t.
That sounds stupid to say, but it’s true, and now on days when I feel invisible sometimes I worry I won’t be found by anybody.
It is very easy to look up at the sky and be impressed by a star.
How could you not be?
It’s radiating so brightly that you can see it from trillions of miles away.
What some people don’t know (or maybe don’t think about) is that when light hits you while you’re outside, it reflects back up into the atmosphere and back out into space, carrying your essence through the universe, maybe even back to that star.
I try to think about that when I’m impressed by people and I feel invisible.
I can’t help but imagine that other people are stars — whether I bump into them in real life or scroll across them on social media, they burn brightly, they’re impossible to miss, and I am in awe.
That is enough to make you feel insignificant, especially when you don’t need the help.
So I remember that light bounces off of everyone. And then it reaches places you don’t even think about.
My mom was a star who reminded me that I was light, too.
And if you’re reading this right now, then I’m a star, or a place you don’t think about, and I’m letting you know that I can see your light, bright and fierce and one-of-a-kind.
The Den 