Amateur astronomer. Staring at the night sky, I’m captivated by its endless expanse. Stars flicker like candles, each a story from light-years away. My telescope, a humble guide, unveils Orion’s hunter, Cassiopeia’s throne—patterns ancient yet alive. The moon glows, its scarred face a map of time. Mars glints red, Jupiter’s stripes emerge, Saturn’s rings a delicate crown. No degree, no lab—just me, the dark, and a hunger to see. The universe doesn’t care about credentials; it unfolds for anyone who looks up. Galaxies spiral in silence, nebulae bloom like cosmic flowers. I’m small beneath it all, an onlooker to eternity, chasing the thrill of discovery in every pinpoint of light.