I closed NASA for the betterment of our planet.

Do you ever feel ostracized? Completely left out because you don't fit in to someone's perfect little universe, despite how skewed their perception? Whether it be a difference in opinion, faith, lifestyles, political views, etc., you are left out of the great scheme of things. It hurts sometimes. Sometimes it angers you. However, when you get down to the bottom of it, why would you want to be a part of someone's universe if they cannot truly accept you for you?

My little family is perfect to me. We are happy. We are loved. We do not steal, we work hard, we donate, we love endlessly. We are good people. We are raising our son to be a good person, but to some, that is not enough. We do not fit into their cookie cutter world and we know why. Should that matter when it comes to those who are supposed to love you? No. It does to some people, though. Why? That is simple: pretension. Pretension separates us. In our universe, we accept wholeheartedly. In other people's universes, there are strict guidelines you must follow or you will be deemed a second class citizen. We are not now nor would we ever be that shallow and demanding. We love our closest of close, differences and all. We do not care how they come to our universe as long as they want to be there, to share our lives and experiences. Some, however, do not think this is enough.

This is why I am where I am. I was angry. Why would they not want to be a part of our family? Why would they categorize us? Why are we beneath others in their universe? My anger has now turned to apathy, which is much more dangerous. I do not care anymore. I do not care if they want to be around us nor do I care if they accept us. I do not plan on making any more efforts and I have thus made a new rule to be included in my universe... "Pretentious people need not apply." We are surrounded by those who take us as we are. There is no asinine competition. They do not have requirements. They do not force us to be anyone but who we are and love us because of it. They think the sun rises and sets on my son's big, beautiful gray eyes. They helped build, shape, and nurture my universe. They are the people who remind me not to be angry; be forgiving. They remind me to ignore the faults of others because it is not my place to judge. My universe is filled with life, love, and happiness. Seeing what I have, why would I want to be a part of a universe that is based on status, forced smiles, and nonacceptance of the people I love most. I could forgive any and all of what has occurred... but that last part. Never. That last part makes you vapor in my universe. A leaf in the passing breeze. Something completely insignificant that does not have any real place or effect on my universe. You see, those people that are void of their acceptance, they are my life source. They are everything I hold dear. They will not have to deal with being second to anyone, ever. They deserve more than that and are better. I would walk through the Sahara barefoot, chewing on pine cones while juggling cobras before I ever let anyone destroy, tarnish or damage our place of contentment.

So if you ever feel ostracized or left out, determine if the universe you are being forced out of will make you a better person or are you better for not being subjected to it's inhabitants. I have determined that my universe is perfect. I see no need to go exploring other drab, judgmental planets when my own planet is so rich and full of unconditional love. That is why I am left with apathy... and a question. At the end of the day, when it is all said and done, when you are face to face with your maker, when your deeds are written, when they only thing separating you from being a memory is your judgement, are you proud of the universe you created and which universe do you think your maker would prefer?