When I was little, whenever there was a math test, I used to hope that a spaceship would take me away. Sometimes I believed so much that it would happen that I didn't even study for the test. It never happened.
I grew up and stopped believing in aliens, not that I ignore their existence, but I don't believe that from all corners of the universe they fly around our planet. What are the chances of that? If they have spaceships that travel huge distances in a short amount of time, why the heck would they be flying over our insignificant planet? No, I definitely don't believe in aliens around here... I mean... Over there, on planet Earth.
Sometimes I thought my parents would come to me and say, "Son, we have a secret to tell you" - I would think they were getting a divorce, but then - "Actually, we are extraterrestrials and we have to leave from here" - and everything would be explained, the reason for me not fitting in, the feeling of being different. Thinking now I don't know if it would be a good thing, I think the level of mathematics of a civilization that builds flying saucers must be much more difficult.
Math has always been an obstacle, but it was something I overcame to become an astronaut. The tests and trials were not easy.
I conquered math to die in space.
I have to stop thinking that I'm going to die in space, it's no use spending every minute thinking about it, things won't change if I keep complaining and I don't want to die like a grumpy old man... Complaining about everything...
I wish I knew a planet where people had a culture of aversion to accumulation and ostentation of wealth. Where what really matters is living in harmony with the environment and other living beings, respecting and striving to evolve mentally and spiritually. Why do we need to create such a planet in our minds? Why not make our planet an example?
If I were an extraterrestrial and came to Earth with my flying saucer, it wouldn't even take fifteen minutes for me to turn my back on this planet and run away never to return.
We should be ashamed of who we are.
I wish I could say to some being from outside - I'm sorry - I would start - but I feel ashamed for being from that tiny, insignificant blue planet.
Are you from that tiny, insignificant blue planet? - he would say, startled, and then he would run away to avoid contact with anyone from Earth. If extraterrestrials exist, then I think they're afraid of us.
Everything we touch, we corrupt.
Everything we see, we want.
Everything we dream, we dream only for ourselves. Because we are selfish.
Maybe it's good to die far from all this, without the presence of all these negative things around me. I think I'll enjoy dying without any jealous people by my side. Without the sadness of tearful eyes of loved ones looking at us sick in bed.
Here I am again, complaining, but what a grumpy old man I've become.

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Drifting in the Space of Ramblings
Science FictionAn astronaut lost in space. Dying. Drifting. What will be the last things to pass through his mind before death?