How much would you pay to go to the moon?
How much would I pay to go to the moon?
Who told you I even want to go?
People talk about it like it’s the peak of human achievement, a one-way ticket to transcendence.
But to me, it sounds like paying for a coffin with a window view of all you ever knew.
I’m not scared of space. I’m scared of losing place. I’m scared of being stuck.
Up there, there’s no wild air to breathe in deep when the world feels heavy.
No green. No stream squeals and screams. No dirt under my nails. No weed to slow the mind into rhythm.
No poetry sparked by sound, scent, or struggle.
No pulse of the living world to remind me I belong to something bigger.
And beyond that
No community. No music. No protest. No shared fight.
No one to stand beside when things burn and rebuild.
No humanity at all, just survival, static noise, and whomever you share the space sarcophagus with.
I wouldn’t go because I’ve learned what real silence costs.
Because I’ve lived through isolation that felt like space already…
rooms without voices, days without meaning, and too much time to think.
The moon isn’t a dream; it’s an echo chamber. I love the moon from down here.
You take your ghosts with you and have nowhere to bury them.
I wouldn’t go because I crave creation… the kind that needs mess, motion, and other people.
Because art needs chaos and communion, not vacuum and a single view of all the things that matter to the writing you do.
Rebellion, love, and language don’t bloom in sealed suits and static solitude.
I wouldn’t go because I like being alive here.
With dirt and noise and trouble and tears.
With the freedom to wander, write, smoke, rage, and rebuild.
With every imperfection that makes this world worth saving.
So no I wouldn’t pay to go to the moon.
I’d pay everything I have to keep this planet breathing and to keep myself creating on it.
Plus what the fuck would I do without my Luna doggy, my partner, and friends.
Do you want to go to the moon? Do you see it differently than I do? Tell me in the comments or in your own post.
Whisper to the void it might whisper back