Sometimes I catch myself looking up at the night sky and thinking… how strange it is that the same atoms that created galaxies also created me. You. Us. 🌠
Science says we’re made of stardust — literally. The carbon in our cells, the iron in our blood, the calcium in our bones — all formed in exploding stars billions of years ago. Isn’t that wildly romantic in its own way? That everything we are came from something that died with light?
I often wonder how people can feel small in front of the universe. To me, it's the opposite. If we’re part of it, then its immensity lives inside us too. Every heartbeat is a tiny echo of a big bang. Every breath is a quiet miracle of biology. 💓
Medicine is another form of space exploration — but inwards. Instead of galaxies, we explore neurons. Instead of black holes, we study immune systems. And somehow, we still haven’t mapped out everything. There are mysteries in our own bodies we don’t fully understand. That’s humbling, isn’t it?
I admire people who are curious. Who aren’t afraid to admit they don’t know everything. Who believe there’s always more to learn, more to feel, more to discover. Whether it’s a new planet… or simply a new way to make someone smile 😊
So tell me — do you look up at the stars and feel lost, or found? 💫