Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • I sat outside for about 25-30 minutes today. It's 91 degrees out, cloudless.
    Instead of sitting in the shade, I sat in the sun. Originally because I'm kinda pale and wanted to get my tan on.
    But I found my brain thinking about the Sun. This big, crazy, dangerous, erratic, seemingly endless series of gas explosions in the sky.
    The Sun is powerful. I can feel its heat on my skin from 93,020,000 miles away. It reaches farther than is humanly possible to fully comprehend. That distance...that distance is mind blowing.
    From that insanely huge gap in space, the Sun fuels every single thing on Earth. Without it, we would perish.
    I'm not one who really enjoys sunny weather. I prefer rain, snow, cloudy skies, cold temperatures. I love layering on cozy clothes and snuggling under my covers and sipping hot coffee as the cup warms my chilled hands.
    I've said, on more than one occasion, "I freaking hate the sun." And I meant it.
    Or, at least, I thought I did.
    Without the sun, all those cold and dreary and stormy days I so adore wouldn't be possible.
    Nothing in my life would be possible.
    Hell, my LIFE wouldn't be possible.
    Something that's 93,020,000 miles away keeps everything here alive, breathing, procreating, growing.
    It controls life.
    So what makes us, as human beings, think that we are so in control of every situation? Every single happenstance, every single decision that leads to every single occurrence?
    We are small. Not insignificant by any means, but small.
    Do what feels right, in your heart, and in your soul, and let those fuel you.
    Let them fuel you the way the Sun does the Earth.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.