When he was just a boy, he would lie under the stars for hours, imagining rockets, distant planets, and the weightless silence of space. His heart beat not for toys or cartoons, but for the sky — vast, cold, and full of wonder.He promised himself: “One day, I’ll fly.”As he grew older, life unfolded differently. School, work, responsibility — they all took their place. The boy became a man. Strong, kind, grounded. But his eyes, now wiser, still searched the heavens with a quiet longing.He never made it to the stars. But in his heart, he still carries the dream — untouched, undimmed. And sometimes, when the night is clear, he looks up… and smiles.