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The Sun is also a star.

There are three kinds of people around us and I have tried to help you find out which type you are. Maybe you know it already but there’s a difference between ‘’knowing something’ and ‘understanding it’.


 Read along and you’ll truly understand something that you already know.

 

If I ask you to count all the visible stars that you can count, then will you be able to do that?

Maybe you’ll try. You’ll wait for the night, and start counting, over and over and after you reach a figure of something say 20 or 30 you’ll probably lose track of it.

We look at the sky every day, every time we go out. Yet the sky looks more mesmerizing and impressive when we’ll pay attention to it. Like sometimes when you look up at the twinkling stars or the most magnificent clouds, you wonder how gorgeous the sky is at that moment.

But if you’ll be kind enough to look at that question again


“….to count all the visible stars that you can count…”

Maybe some of you have given up at this moment only thinking counting stars is a tedious job because we all have been fed up with a convention that “Child, Stars are almost infinite.”

The rest of us (including me), would have imagined a night with millions of stars glistening as soon as you read the question.

But very few of us or actually, none of us would have thought about the “SUN”

Sun is definitely the most visible star that we see.

This is what I should say, a mere scientific fact but a thoughtful thought….


             “The Sun is also a star.


So the first type is, people, bounded to conventions who gave up at the very first moment. They tend to believe in the myths and ‘next-to-impossible’ stuff as unyielding and never changing. They don’t think distinctive and therefore no point of working differently.

The second type is always engrossed in the blues. They like to stick to the nights with mere pinpricks of brightness, stick to the gloom, and the sorrow.

And both of these types of people forget about the sun, somehow.

 

But if you thought about the sun then you, my friends are the third type. You have learned the subtle art of not caring about those common people who gave up at the very first moment thinking ‘counting stars’ is a next-to-impossible thing.


If you go on caring about slangs, insults, and remarks made by people on you, by people not even as worthy as a pinpoint star of your sky, you’ll lose your sun.

My sun, your sun, this sun is something that encourages us, motivates us to break free from the cocoon of “me, my, myself” and allows us to fly like a butterfly. This sun sets a fire in you to go and get the world.

So, I started it on a philosophical note but it’s quite simple,

 

Once you know where your sun is,

You’ll know where your bright sky is”

 

Start seeing the importance of your sun, the value of someone who burns all day for your welfare and prosperity.

 

Trust me on this- 


Your sun will make your nights shorter,

And you bright days even brighter”


                                


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