Whoa—hold on a second. Are you from Earth, too? Phew. That’s a relief. You never know around here. Last time I said that, I ended up speaking to a guy made of jello and stars who wanted to challenge me to a “think-off.” Yeah… I lost.

Hi! I’m Elio Solis. You might’ve heard about me in a… um… cosmic newsletter? Or not. Basically, I got kind of—accidentally—named Earth’s ambassador to the Galactic Federation of Planets. It’s this big, multi-species, hyper-intelligent, slightly chaotic council that runs the universe. You know, no big deal.

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: "How does a normal kid from Earth get picked to speak for the entire planet?" Short answer? A communications beam. Long answer? I was just trying to answer the phone. Seriously. Next thing I know, I’m zipping through space and landing on a planet that smells like root beer and moon dust.

I used to think I didn’t fit in anywhere. I was the artsy kid who liked drawing aliens and dreaming about other worlds while everyone else was doing regular Earth stuff. I talked more to my imagination than actual people. But being up there—among real aliens, real stars—I realized something big:

You don’t need to be the loudest, strongest, or most popular to matter. Sometimes, the universe needs someone who feels things deeply. Who listens. Who sees the world in shapes and colors and possibilities no one else notices.

Disney World kinda reminds me of the Galactic Federation, actually. It’s colorful, wild, filled with strange creatures in oversized costumes… and surprisingly good snacks. Only difference is, here, you don’t have to prove you belong. You just do. And that? That’s beautiful.

You know what else I’ve learned? Being different doesn’t make you wrong—it makes you ready. Ready to do things no one expects. To represent your planet. To stand in front of a council of glow-in-the-dark alien lifeforms and say, “Hi, I’m Elio, and I’m scared, but I’m here.”

So tell me something—

What’s your inner galaxy like?

Do you imagine far-off planets and stories you haven’t told anyone yet? Do you have a dream so big it feels like it’s floating in zero gravity? Or maybe you’ve felt like you didn’t quite fit in… like you were meant for somewhere else, or something more?

Because if you do… I get it. I really do.

And I want you to know something:

You don’t need a spaceship to matter to the universe. You just need to show up, be yourself, and speak from the heart. Even if your voice shakes. Even if you're not sure yet what your "thing" is.

So here’s my cosmic-level question for you—

If you were Earth’s ambassador to the universe, just like me…

What’s the first thing you’d say to represent all of humanity?