I look up and see the constellation of stars that everyone raves about nowadays. Ever since NASA has made it clear that almost all civilians are able to fly to space, I feel conflicted and lost. I’ve always dreamed about space and how each star connects with the other. Every star out there is assigned to a particular person, and every star is compatible with the other. I have always wanted to touch a star just to feel it’s rocky material that i’ve always believed in a way it was actually soft like silk.

My friends planned a space visit for Easter break. Their destination is the moon and beyond. I must admit it’s so very tempting to walk on the moon. I’ve fantasized about dancing on it. A soft twirl and a kick with the song “September” in the back, a perfect view of the solar system and the pondering of other species out there on the distant planets watching me dance on the moon better than Neil Armstrong ever could.

The trend of space flight is so overgeneralized that I see less and less people walking the sidewalks of my college campus. Most travel to space and settle down there. Some of my teachers that went to space do online calls to still keep their job and pay all the way from the unknown solar systems. The idea of going to space is so extravagant to me except a part of me is telling me no, don’t go. With my interest is space, i’ve done research on every disaster. Although the Challenger, the Columbia, Apollo and more of the disastrous outcomes of space flight were more than centuries ago, I have a strong conscious not to go. I’ll have to stay on Earth and prove to future generations, myself, and the other civilizations who cannot handle change that no matter how leading space travel is, Earth was made for us to live a thrive on it.