Shit my parents' DNA expresses

I've inherited my mothers iron resolve
and my father's crippling bouts of depression
I've inherited my mother's frugality
and my father's free-spending ways (enough that I will be taking a second trip to Vegas this year)
I've inherited my mother's rational thinking
and my father's propensity to drinking

I've inherited my father's occasional narcissistic streak
and my mother's crippling bouts of social anxiety
I've inherited my father's affinity toward creative pursuits
and my mother's inability to express any of them publicly
I've inherited my father's sense of entitlement
and my mother's lack of aggression towards those that deny it

I love my parents
and realize this is nothing they could control
but dammit, why can't I arrange the pieces
in a way less detrimental

I've Seen Jupiter as a Human Place to Live

One day, everything will end. The earth will be naught but dust swirling about the reddened, dying husk of the sun. Mercury and Venus will have long been gone, and Mars not long after earth. Even the asteroid belt will have met the same fate, becoming orbiting particulate, dissolved by the death throes of that which once produced life. At some point afterwards the matter on Jupiter, or perhaps just one of its myriad satellites may coalesce into something resembling our pale blue dot. To be able to observe this change wrought by death on a cosmic scale would be indescribable. Perhaps future generations will be so lucky as to come back, as tourists, to the place where earth-that-was resided and met its demise. Perhaps they will even be in awe of the fact that humanity was ever bound to just one star.