Picture Prompt: The Starry Night by Van Gogh http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:VanGogh-starry_night_ballance1.jpg

Stars may go out and mountains crumble, but as I look to the great glowing moon, flickering stars and tall mountain spire in the distance, they all feel eternal. While many would shift and squirm with such contemplation, I feel at peace.

I am content with feeling small.

Rather than feeling useless and pondering how quickly others will forget me when I am gone, I feel comforted by these long-lived giants. They have seen many lives before me and will see many lives after. I like to think they remember each one.

That is why mountains are so large and stars so bright, is it not? They are bright and big with the memories of so many wonderful, incredible lives that are lost to the rest of us…

Oh, to be a mountain or a star, existing for so long until the time comes that they, too, are memories within the hearts of their brothers and sisters…