Nada! I am sticking to my earth bound dreams.

How much would you pay to go to the moon?

The offer was there, sparkling like a star on a clear night: a ticket to the moon. All the buzz about lunar tourism was tempting to some, but not to me. They could talk about the view, the weightlessness, the once-in-a-lifetime thrill of leaving Earth behind—but I was unmoved.

“Why should I go to the moon,” I thought, “when I haven’t even roamed the entirety of Earth?”

There are vast deserts I’ve yet to cross, rainforests breathing with life I haven’t walked through, cities teeming with stories I’ve never heard. From the icy edges of Antarctica to the dense mangroves of the Sundarbans, Earth still holds wonders I can only dream of experiencing. Why would I spend millions to stand on a lifeless rock when oceans, mountains, and bustling marketplaces here still call to me?

The moon’s allure may be undeniable to some, but I see no reason to leave behind the place I’ve only just begun to know. I belong here, amidst wildflowers and street vendors, thunderstorms and sunsets. The moon’s gray expanse might offer beauty in its own way, but I’d rather feel the warmth of sand between my toes or the rush of wind at the top of a mountain.

So I’ll leave it to NASA and the astronauts—their courage and ambition are meant for lunar landscapes. They have their missions, their milestones, their sense of purpose. I applaud them. But me? My mission is here. Earth is my playground, my sanctuary, my endless adventure.

If I ever look up at the moon, it’ll be with admiration, not envy. Because while others chase lunar dust, I’ll be chasing the wonders that bloom beneath my feet.