Stardust

"You are made of stardust."
Isn't that what Carl Sagan said, or something similar?
The first time I heard it, it felt like a revelation. 
"Of course I'm starstuff.", I thought. For a brief moment after, I felt connected to all that is because of it.

Then life happened and the daily grind of the small tasks of living life ground away at me.  I heard the quote over and over again and it slowly lost meaning. It stopped igniting that dopamine response,  that reward and spark of recognition.
Humans are just like that. I'm not different.
Eventually my brain heard it and filed it away as,  "Yes, I'm starstuff, move along."

But then mindfulness broke me open. Again and again I learned to hear pieces of myself I don't often listen to. I remember what being star stuff actually means.  My bones, the elements of me,  were born in the stars, the big explosion that started all this gorgeous mess. 
Of course I'm starstuff, so are you, so is my dog and, and, and. Is this special? I don't know. I do know that we are starstuff that became conscious and looks back at itself, wondering what this is all for.