Those last lines, Star!!! Unraveling at the beauty and perspective in this. I love that kind of soft epiphany you seem to have had, the way someone has taught you, perhaps over time, that there is something to be made and grown from every part of what we all go through... even when we feel there can be no beauty or strength or ability to move on. I like the part about reality versus fantasy, and it also gives me a feeling that as we take each breath, wherever we are, the world is changing and there is suffering we can't prevent, but there is beauty still. We can define beauty however we see it. Even if it's in the smallest, most innocuous places that don't seem they would make a big impact to others, but reveal themselves to us in some way.
I simply can't get over how you worded the last few lines. It's poetic and there's a sense of calm, of acceptance, of making peace with one's self. With one's soul and mind and trying to just "exist" as a human no matter if we can make sense of what is within and around us.