As I browse through the online catalogs of beautiful and extravagant alternative fashion, I would willingly admit to admiring the outfits. But would I ever wear them? The answer, whispered from some hidden nook of my soul, is no.
No, those fashions are for the models.
No, those fashions are for the brave, the dramatic.
No, I may love those fashions, but I am a modest person whose clothing will brush against the edges of whimsy but daren't cross.
Why? I ask myself. Why wouldn't I wear what I love?
Because of the people, the small voice whispers back. Because of the stares, the glances, the mocking amusement lifting the brows of those who see you. What would they think of you? What would they whisper to their friends after you pass by?
It is when confronted by a swarm of doubts and insecurities as these that I turn to another one of my passions: Astronomy.
America is a large country, impossible to see every part of it. It is, however, only a fraction of the size of the earth. The earth itself is very small compared to the other planets in the solar system; more than a 130 can fit inside Jupiter. More than a 900 Jupiters can fit inside our sun.
|I've had this for ages on my computer...|
|Found on Wikipedia|
Yet even how unimaginably vast our galaxy is to us, it is but a speck in the cosmic scale. This is a one minute clip of the wonderful documentary series "How the Universe Works" showing far better than any picture could just how large our universe is:
Yet, even this entire, enormous galaxy is nothing compared to the other wonders of the universe. Because this will be one of the few times I will allow myself to indulge in my Astrophilia, here is one final picture:
|From "How the Universe Works"|
Humans are very, very small and our lifespans are very, very short.
Why in the Universe am I letting fear of what someone whispers keep me from doing what I love?