A letter to the Universe

Dear Universe,

You are so indescribably vast, so dizzyingly complex, and yet so mysteriously simple. I see you in the light of the stars, in the glow of the sunrise, in the quiet whisper of the wind moving between the trees. You are everything and nothing at the same time. I don’t even know where to begin - writing to you feels a bit like trying to send a postcard to eternity.

Universe, you fascinate me. Your infinity is both comforting and terrifying. The thought that I am a tiny speck, on a tiny planet, in an infinite cosmic ocean. That should perhaps make me feel insignificant, but it doesn’t. Instead, I feel a strange connection to you. As if I am a part of your infinity. A leaf on a tree or a drop in an ocean, yet completely indispensable in your wholeness.

Sometimes I wonder how you work. What drives you forward? Is there a plan, a purpose, a hidden order in all your chaos? Or do you simply exist? I’ve asked you those questions many times, but you are always silent. Or maybe not. Maybe you speak through the sunbeams that warm my skin, through the laughter of a friend, or through the calm I feel when I gaze up at the night sky.

I want to thank you, Universe, for all that you have given me. For the miracle of life, for the beating of my heart, for allowing me to feel joy, sorrow, and everything in between. Thank you for your gifts of beauty and mysticism, for letting me be a part of you, even if I don’t always understand how or why.

But I also have questions for you. Why is it so hard sometimes? Why do you leave so much for me to figure out on my own? I know it’s part of the journey, but sometimes I wish you could give me a little hint, a sign, something that says, "You’re on the right path". Or maybe you do, and I’m too busy searching for the big answers that I miss the small ones.

And if you could answer, what would you say? That I already have everything I need within? That I am both a part of you and the whole of you at the same time? Or that I should just stop thinking so much and live instead? Perhaps that’s exactly what you whisper to me every day, but I’m just too stubborn to listen.

So, dear Universe, I promise to listen more. To trust the flow, to dare to rest in what I don’t know, to dare to believe that I am exactly where I am supposed to be. And I promise to keep wondering, to keep asking, to keep searching, because that is how I come closer to you.

With love, curiosity, and a little frustration,

Mike