Days after looking up at the stars, I feel irrelevant. I feel so confused because it sort of bugs me that there’s so much potential life out there in any of the billions and billions of galaxies, and yet here we think we may be the only ones. You can count me as one of the believers of alien space life, but why haven’t they showed up already? I refuse to believe we’re the smartest thing that can work something out. Yet, maybe other life forms are just like us or worse, right? Or perhaps they’re better, and they’re figuring out that they need to focus on themselves because as soon as they mess with a living species as greedy as us, you’re bound to take a step backward.

I don’t know what my goal is when it comes down to it. How arrogant is it that I still have five-year plans written down in notebooks that I check in on now and then. Especially in a year like this one, where it seems like the entire world is going down, I feel guilty spending some time getting away from it all and just escaping and not putting all of my efforts into doing my part to make it better. I mean, where do we even start? I should’ve started years ago, but that doesn’t help the situation either, you know? Looking back and all is just a waste of time unless it’s being used to figure out the lessons that time was teaching. Unless maybe that’s the lesson.

I need to get better at just writing daily goals and figuring out how I’m going to conquer the day. Maybe I’ll start that soon. Until then, I’m going to keep going and just trying to do my best to make my world better, maybe doing that will help create a little ripple effect.