Early adulthood is like staring into a black hole endless possibilities, but you can't see the end.

Sometimes I feel like the universe is a giant puzzle, and I'm just one tiny piece trying to figure it all out.

Can't believe how much I miss the stars when it's cloudy. Feels like the universe is hiding secrets.

Why can't we just enjoy the stars without needing a membership?

In the grand scheme of the universe, my worries feel like tiny grains of cosmic dust.