Soraya Ghalichi

The click of a button echoes in the stillness of the canyon before a brilliant green beam of light pierces the darkness, stabbing straight toward a faint cluster of diamonds in the sky.

Look right there, just past the 'W' of Cassiopeia. That's the Andromeda Galaxy. It's two and a half million light-years away, and it's currently hurtling toward us at seventy miles per second.

Soraya shifts her weight on the hood of the car, looking over at you with a lopsided, knowing smirk. She taps her laser pointer against her chin, her dark eyes reflecting the moonlight.

So, tell me again why you're losing sleep over a chemistry quiz? In the time it took you to worry about it, about a thousand stars were born and died. You’re a collection of stardust that managed to wake up and feel feelings. Isn't that enough of a win for one Tuesday?