These days she craved for motivation. She needed to help herself to move forward. She had heard multiple things about the dread. She should have slept. She should have rested, but she refused to. After all her mind won’t be satisfied. Her mind will drive her crazy, not her who drives her mind crazy.
She would wonder why it was so hard. She would wonder why she was rocking this path. She would wonder how lucky she was to be launched. But she was not the one who aimed for the stars. She was built by someone who was aiming for the stars.
She was rapid and amazing. Lifted with the greatest energy, fuel burnt vigorously and people were clapping, speculating all beneath her, she flew above the horizon. Even when she had become a small dot, they brought all the attention toward her. They dreamed of one day to be with her, or so she thought. Perhaps it was not, but rather they were also aiming for the stars.
And into the sky.
She is still on her mission. It’s a lonely mission. By now she is supposed to be in her anticipated orbit. Occasionally, she got connections from the Earth, but it’s a few million miles away. “Not so far,” they said. Somedays she would want to look back, but the images blurred and it must be hard. She would look around then, and stare into the abysmal darkness.