Sometimes I look at the stars and I freak out a little. To think that there is more out there than I could possible ever imagine. That there could be planets out there with people like us and I’m stuck here with the same people every day. That not only are people closed minded to our planet but they’re closed minded to the possibility that we are not the be all and end all of the universe. After that, life seems a little better. To know that my problems aren’t as important as I thought.