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Is there a payment plan-maybe till I die? Or is it cash only?

Can I bring family, or is this a solo trip?

Have the fixed gravity yet, or will still be floating around with pop?

And most importantly.. do I come back?

I have so many more questions. But they are not just that. They’re my way of saying: I wouldn’t pay a dime to go to the moon.

Not because I don’t like adventure. I do. And yes, we could use some fresh photos of people on the moon. It would be nice to go down in history as someone who visited and left it intact-or better. Especially since we humans have a tendency to destroy what we were meant to protect. Earth being Exhibit A.

The experience would probably be great. Out of this world-haha. But here’s the thing: we tend to oversimplify and take for granted anything we get a chance to step on. To reduce the extraordinary to ordinary the second we touch it.

I feel like it wouldn’t be the moon anymore if I went there. Right now , I spend hours just staring at it. Wondering. Dreaming. But if I went and came back, it might become just another ” place” I’ve been. No longer mysterious. No longer magical. Just… visited.

And I’d probably find fault with it.

I mean, I’m already complaining about floating poop and I haven’t even been there. Can you imagine the critiques I’d have if I actually went?

It’s almost like when you admire someone from afar. You build expectations. Romanticize. Then you get close, and the sparkle fades. Not because they’re bad-but because they’re real. And reality rarely matches imagination.

I love the moon. From here. From a distance. Where it’s still a symbol. A mystery. A muse.

Also, if I go, the phrase ” I love you to the moon and back” loses its magic. I’ll be like, ” I’ve been. It’s not that far. And where’s the fun in that.

Then again. The moon already affects our emotions, our tides, our cycles. So what happens if I go to the moon?

Do I need to plan my trip around my sign? Will I be emotionally stable up there? And when I come back- will my body know we’re back?

It would suck to be sulky the whole trip just because I couldn’t keep my emotions in check.

And worse-to know I brought it upon myself.

So no. I’m not going.

Not paying.

Let me enjoy the moon from here. Let me keep my eclipses, my metaphors, my mystery.

Let me love it without touching it.