Looking at the stars can be existential crisis inducing sometimes, but can also be so comforting at the same time. It can make us realize how small and insignificant we are in this world. But that's not a bad thing. All the things in your life that seem really overwhelming and stressful, and the numerous things you're fucking up, as bad as you possibly could, all the time- do you think the stars care about that? Does the moon care? No. Isn't that comforting? To know that you can't possibly fuck up anything bad enough to make a difference in the grand scheme of the whole entire universe. Even in your own scheme of life, things will eventually get better.