Somewhere in between creating worlds and stars and cosmos and light, the universe took its time to make you. You are astral and it is selfish to call yourself any less. Try to understand the way the elements had to balance to create your skin, your body, your mind. Don't you dare ever tell me you are unimportant; every breath you take is profound. You're a collage of every sunset, ocean wave, and flower that has come before you. You're a constellation of stars and light. Don't you ever let that light die out.