We slowly drift around the local star we call “the sun.” That star slowly makes its way around the galactic core inside of which is a mega black hole. The galaxy, “the Milky Way,” is one of a bunch in the local group interacting with each other.

None of any of this care about any of us.

We’re not even dust motes in God’s eyes.

We only matter to each other — and that’s if we’re lucky enough to get friends that share that caring.

Like the stars in the galaxy, sometimes we drift apart in our orbits. Sometimes forever. Sometimes it’s just a remarkably long cycle between when you’re near enough to experience the gravity of friendship.

Catch the stars when you can. True friends are hard to come by.