When you look at your wrist, your veins are blue.

This color comes from the Iron.

While we perceive iron as fairly common, it only naturally occurs in one place.

See, stars burn by fusing elements. When they run out of hydrogen, they burn helium, and when they run out of helium, they burn... you get the idea.

When stars create and burn iron, they become too heavy and collapse. The new element is thrown into every corner of the galaxy until someday, eventually, it finds its way into the blood in your veins.

It could be argued that we are all made of stardust.

The stars burn and die, filling the sky with their brilliant and beautiful colors, so that something more brilliant and beautiful can live.

So think of that the next time you think you're nothing special- or that the world would be better off without you.

The truth is, the world worked very hard to make you.

He told me I was pretty and I took it as a compliment, because frankly, I don't think I am pretty. 

He told me he wanted to get to know me, he said he wanted to talk.

I knew what he really wanted, but I was willing to ignore my instincts in hopes that maybe I was wrong.

Well, I wasn't wrong.

In fact, I've rarely been wrong when it comes to boys.

So from now on I will not be sweet. I will not be easy to talk to.

I will not allow them to walk all over me any longer.

I will walk into every room with my chin up, because I will walk into every room knowing I am

ten 

times 

stronger and more 

fierce 

than any one of those boys.

Beauty's lips are a bright red, 

like of a star on the silver screen. 

When she speaks, heads turn, 

even more than when she walked in. 

Her lips move with elegance 

and her voice is lovely as her face.

And from those pretty, red lips, 

she speaks pretty, poisonous words.

She draws you in and strikes you down. 

There is nothing poetic about it. 

seasons come as quickly as they go

and the shining summer romance, 

is lost to the first fall of snow.

the winds begin to change, 

as do you. 

but worry not-

that snow melts too.

spring brings back the color 

that you so missed, and maybe 

it doesn't bring back the lover, 

but you don't mind. 

because spring has brought you something new, 

something exciting, 

completely out of the blue.

She is too lovely, 

and you are too late. 

She is the woman you've never desired, 

though your meeting was set by fate.

And here she is, smiling so beautifully,

ready to escort you to the gate.

She will take your hand, and just 

watch for you to underestimate

the power in her fingertips. 

She is too lovely, 

and you are all alone. 

But she has haunted men's dreams,

and she has taunted your own.

You thought you'd have the time

to at least atone,

but she has a schedule.

Lady Death is not merciless, no.

But she does not discriminate

between the sinner and the saint.

We thought the worst part about alien life

would be the actual aliens.

We have entire genres dedicated to what we would do 

in case of an attack launched by our intergalactic enemies. 

And yet, when aliens were discovered, 

there was no such attack. 

They were different, yes,

but that did not make them evil. 

One should rejoice, no?

We are not going to fall victim 

to the stronger, more powerful beings. 

They are not going to kill us and take our land, 

they are not going to perform any experiments. 

Coexistence. 

That's all they wanted. 

To deny that simple request would make us the fearsome, evil aliens we so feared,

so coexistence it was. 

So even without the gruesome war

between ourselves and aliens, 

we were unhappy. 

Is it because they look different?

Is it because we don't understand each other?

They are not more intelligent.

They are not more attractive.

In fact, we are mostly the same. 

We were all formed from the same Big Bang, after all.

So why is it that we fear the aliens?

Why would we rather be attacked than live in peace?

Why is it that we crave violence from them?

The answer is simple and crushing. 

We had it through our heads that our galaxy was designed

for us. 

No one else. 

Now we are forced to come to terms with the reality worse than we could imagine.

Not the reality that we are not alone - we can accept that. 

We cannot accept 

that we are not even 

special.