I wrote this when I was really mad at the world.
Please, do mind English ain't my native language. I know I make grammar mistakes. Do point them out, but please, do not be all mean about it.
Stars. I like stars. Love, adore, want to eat etc. I don’t mean the Johnny Depp kind of stars. I mean the ones shining bright at night, glancing at our little planet. We must look like filthy, little particles of dust to them. Foolish, stupid, filthy, little particles of dust, too blind to face their problems and take responsibility for their own actions.
Messing up our own planet and blaming others for it. They must be laughing at our ignorance and arrogance. Maybe one leads to the other, I don’t know. But one way or the other they’re connected with each other. Arrogant people are ignorant. People who deny they’re ignorant are arrogant. We’re all ignorant, in our own ways. I’m ignorant. Me in particularly.
Another thing. When did we start to trust technology so damn much? When did we decide that machines, consisting of chips and memory cards, their thinking consisting of nothing but ones and zeroes, are more clever or interesting than human beings? When did we trade rainy days, sitting in front of the chimney playing scrabble in for killing pixels with your Play Station 3?
The closest star to planet Earth, ma’am Sun. What would she be thinking of us? We must look like completely retarded morons. We traded in her loving, warm sunbeams which would caress our skin. It would make us feel beautiful and beloved. When the clouds would fade away and the sun would show its face again, the world would smile. We traded in summer days at the beach, little kids playing in the sand. Little boys building castles, little girls searching for shells near the surf, their little feet being washed by the water every time a wave would hit the beach. We traded it all in for solariums, which UV-radiation will give us cancer and kill us all. God, we’re so naive.
Why are the stars (and Al Gore, but he isn’t taking responsibility at all. He’s putting the blame on someone else and meanwhile he use 6 zillion times as much energy as we do) the only one to see we’re screwing up our planet, with satisfied smiles on our face? What kind of world will we leave behind us once or days have passed. Or, you can ask yourself the question, what world AREN’T we leaving behind us when we’ll be dead and gone. Is there nothing left to safe here? Does truly everyone think banning the problem to tomorrow and live today as if there would never be a tomorrow solves the problem?
The stars, who once glanced proud at our little planet, how the Egyptians built pyramids, Caesar conquering Europe. When we crossed with our ships the Atlantic for the first time. When Leonardi da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa, when Galileo started to study our universe. Later on, when France became a republic for the first time in history. They now look disgusted as us, wondering how the desire of money, power and even more of those two could have made us so blind that we weren’t even able to see what we were doing to our planet and their inhabitants.
Stars. I like stars. The ones that are shining bright at night, glancing at our little planet. The foolish, stupid, filthy, little particles of dust. Sill too blind to face our problems and take responsibility for our action and I guess we’ll never learn.
Edited for language not in the piece itself. Cursing is only allowed in the lit. forums within your work itself.
-Mesh

