Stars & a beautiful world

For the past two days, I’ve been waking up early on this remote island. At 4:30 a.m., when I step outside, magic unfolds before my eyes—a vast tapestry of stars, moving, twinkling, whispering secrets to the quiet dawn. Sometimes, a bright light streaks across the sky, here and gone in a breath. I close my eyes, turn inward, and feel a profound sense of security and connection. Enveloped by the cosmos, I find myself both empty and full, as if the stars and I share the same origin. When this earthly journey ends, I shall return to the source, to the stars. How awe-inspiring it is—this reminder that, away from the city’s hum, I can truly see and hear, free from the constant distraction of man-made noise and color.

Yet, a quiet conflict stirs within me. If I never return to the city, how can I fulfill my purpose in this human world? Can I learn what I need to in the material realm? Still, this solitude—being with the stars, the moon, the sun, the chorus of insects, the rhythm of ocean waves—feels so familiar. Since my birth in Shanghai, I’ve moved to smaller and smaller cities, drawn ever closer to nature. This is what my heart longs for.

If I could paint an ideal world, it would look like this: waking to the sunrise, surrounded by birdsong, sharing smiles and waves with every soul I meet, then resting beneath the stars. There would still be conflicts, of course, but we’d meet them with kindness and love. Conflict is part of nature, a sacred force that drives our evolution. I want to be part of building this beautiful world—a place where harmony with nature guides us, where every step is a return to our truest selves.