I’ve always had a huge fascination with space. Science isn’t my “thing” in the sense that I’m all that good at it. I took AP biology in high school and did decently. I wouldn’t consider myself a miserable failure at biology. Chemistry was more of a struggle, but still not a complete failure. Still, you get to the more complicated science, and the vast majority of it will go over my head.
For a long time now I’ve said that, if I were a scientist, I would be an astronomer. In reality though, I like learning about space in ways that don’t involve complex math because I just don’t think I could do that. (Again, it’s not that I’m a complete failure at math, but I don’t find it enjoyable in the least.)
Still, from a sort of observer role, space is amazing. It’s also completely terrifying, but I try to focus more on the amazing part. I’ve been known to get freaked out on occasion when I allow myself to stop and think about how big the universe is and how little we know about it. Talk about intimidation.
And then there’s the sun dying and mass extinction events and things like that. While still completely fascinating, it definitely leaves me freaked out.
I just can’t understand how people can’t be amazed by the universe. Just trying to wrap your head around what a small fraction of the universe you take up is an experience. It puts things in perspective. Sure, you’ll go back to have a self-centered world quickly after. We all do. But just that brief moment where you try to wrap your head around it all is amazing.
The universe is just such an amazing thing.
Have I said “amazing” enough yet?