My kids wait for me every day. I visit them all, one by one. I bring them my light. It keeps them going. I can hear the whispers. They think I can’t, but I hear them all.
“Which one do you think is mom’s favorite?”
“No, it’s me.”
“You’re crazy, it’s me.”
“Shut up, Uranus. You don’t know.”
“I know, she told me.”
“She said you’re her favorite to visit? That can’t be right.”
Uranus isn’t wrong.
Well, to be fair, I don’t have a true favorite. I simply like saying “Uranus,” to be honest. I know it’s childish, but I’m the sun. Also, Uranus is a funny name, I don’t care who you are. The jokes are endless. I heard this one once and laughed so hard.
“The noxious gasses of Uranus could kill a man.”
You know, like a fart. Get it?
Sorry, I don’t know why I’m trying to prove Uranus is a funny word. I don’t have to explain myself. I’d rather move on. I want to tell you a story.
It was so quiet up here for so many years. I’m talking millions of years. I had my children, of course, but I began to crave another presence. Something. Anything.
Then it happened. July 20th, 1969. A small vessel, carrying two men, broke earth’s atmosphere and landed on the moon. I won’t get into the moon. That distant dickhead. Sleeps all day, only comes out at night. Even then, it’s only partl-no, no, no. I’m not getting into this.
HINT: The moon and I have a complicated history.
Anyway, these two men, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin, made human history. They left their world and stepped onto another. Some had left their world before, but simply orbited the planet and went back home. Can you imagine walking out into the cold vacuum of space? Some people go to the same restaurant every day and order the very same food. Day after day, week after week.
Armstrong and Aldrin left their planet. In an age where space travel wasn’t exactly a known entity. It was such a risk. Hell, it still is. There was only a certain level of comfort they could have. They trusted their engineers and the rest of their crew, but jeez. Try to tell some people to order a salad instead of a burger and their world collapses.
Think about that.
Earth began to truly fascinate me after that. How many more intrepid travelers were out there? The most I could do was sit and wait.
The floodgates seemingly opened after that. I continued to watch brave men and women venture off their planet for years and years. It was beautiful.
Maybe earth is my favorite child?
Don’t tell earth I said that. Or any of the rest. Especially Uranus. I don’t want them to think anything bad. I love them all, but earth has life. I keep the others going, but that green and blue mass keeps me going. It’s been incredible to watch it grow, and watch its inhabitants become smarter and smarter.
My lifespan is limited, however. Eventually I will burn out. I don’t know what my children will do when that happens. I should be preparing them for that inevitability, but I cannot face it. If I could cry, the mere thought would bring a tear.
One day my children will be alone, and without me, they too will die.
I’m sorry, I need a moment. Does this need to continue much longer? I’m happy to share my thoughts with you, but I’m growing sad. I believe it’s called depression.
In fact, I think it’s time for me to sleep. It’s the moon’s time to shine. I hope to speak again soon.
Goodbye for now.
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