I can recognize three constellations: Orion, Scorpio, and the Big Dipper.
Tonight, on the way home, I saw the Big Dipper. Scooping up the sky and dumping it back out. Like life. We have happiness; we have sorrow. What goes around comes around. And I thought, as I gazed upon the Big Dipper making its slow, lazy, seasonal circle in the sky, there is hope. Things get bad. Then, they get better.
Somehow, gazing into the dark black sky, feeling the emptiness of space, and the whirling of the stars made me feel better.
I thought I couldn't go on. But I can. And I will.
That's how it works.