Way Station Earth - entry to the 5 Minute Freewrite by @mariannewest

When people ask me where I come from, and I am in a certain mood, it can happen that I say I am from Beta Centauri. Truth is that when I do I am just half joking. There are so many things about the race I am born into that are so alien to me as if I had been born into a colony of ants. Over the years I have leaned to adapt -mostly; and yes of course there are things about me that are very much human, but it can be exhausting to have to translate my me-ness to a world that at the current time just isn't ready for it or just lacks the tools to understand. As a child I often pictured earth as a way station or juvenile detention centre where people were sent until they were sorted into their proper categories. I envisioned that all those that did not quite fit or were defective where sent here to test and refine their metal under controlled and somewhat safe perimeters. I often wondered if I had been sent here by ascendant, or with some specific mission that I forgot upon impact. I would obsess over the question, do I deserve to be here? Did I do something wrong, or is there some opportunity or framework unique to this crazy motel 6 of the galaxy that I needed to experience to evolve to a new stage. <this is as far as I got in 5 minutes ...

Writing notes:

This was written for the 5 minute free write of @mariannewest the prompt today was the picture itself. To join in on the fun go Here I would like to thank @deirdyweirdy for alliterating me about todays prompt
_{(Image credit Dave Renike and a portrait of the fair jubilee made by myself turned into this here universal truth meme)}

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_{art courtesy of @PegasusPhysics}

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