Unexpectedly counting stars made me realize how small my worries are

Sitting alone on the rooftop, I stared up at the sky trying to count all the shining points.
It’s silly, but in those quiet moments, I forget about job hunts and deadlines.
Just me and a handful of glittering dreams, drifting somewhere beyond reach yet so close that I can almost touch them.
Maybe tomorrow will be better or maybe it won’t; for now, counting stars feels like counting hopes.