For as long as I can remember, I've had this fascination with the cosmos. On clear nights, I find myself gazing at the stars, letting my mind drift to places I can only dream of. Planets, distant galaxies, alien worlds—these thoughts move around in my head. Who or what is out there? What stories do those stars hold? What secrets lie beyond the reach of our telescopes?
I’ve always wished and desired to one da explore the universe. Really explore it, not just read about it or watch movies on it. I want to feel the weightlessness of space, float above Earth and look down at it, seeing it from a perspective most will never experience. To walk on alien soil, breathe in air from another world. It’s one of those dreams that feels too big, too impossible, but it’s there, alive in me, no matter how unrealistic it may seem.
But, yeah, there are some pretty massive hurdles. Space travel isn’t as easy as packing a bag and hopping on a bus. It’s expensive. I’m talking millions of dollars. Unless I can somehow make friends with Elon Musk, or maybe just become an astronaut (which, let’s be honest, would require years of training, education, and probably a few too many zeroes in my bank account), it’s not exactly within reach right now.
The idea of me up there, in space, seems like it belongs to another person, someone else who was born in a world where these things are possible. But then, I remind myself—I’m still here. I’m still alive, still chasing, still working toward it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but maybe if I keep moving forward, just maybe, who knows? One day, I could be that person.
So, yeah, I haven’t done it yet. But I don’t think it’s impossible. Maybe it’s the kid in me that still believes in the magic of it all. Because some dreams, no matter how distant they seem, are worth the work. And the stars? They’re not as far away as they might appear.
