I’ve always said I’d like to do a bit of space travel.

But moving to Mars indefinitely?

Becoming an Outkast of planet blue skies and bird-chirps… permanently?

You crazy?

Maybe, but for this dude Max, it’s been his life goal and dream since youth. Now 26, he’s got a shiz ton of astro-college experience of varying levels and science degrees under his belt. He even studied at a micro gravity university and got on a highly selective list to carry out his sole aim that hasn’t changed since kid-hood: to move to Mars. Yes, forever-ever.

It’s so amazing seeing people with lifelong goals of any kind.

I admire them to the point of near envy. One kid I knew in fifth grade who was super-serious about doing our televised news reports ended up being the local version of Steve Carrell’s character in Anchorman. The girl I knew who lived, ate, and breathed soccer like lines of a never-come-down party drug ended up on our chick’s USA pro team. I myself was never that passionate about a singular focus – even the ones I was good at. A lot of us weren’t. It doesn’t mean we have to stamp on the dreams of others – whether they’ve got to do with run of the mill earthling careers or blazing a trail of rocket fire that shoots from Mars One back down to earth as you careen into the cosmos.

The only thing I wonder is if he’s gonna have that same nauseating realization adults have when all their life’s work culminates in a cubicle final destination. Homie’s planning to move to Mars by his 30’s. What happens next, though? Where do you go after working your ass off to fulfill a lifelong, seemingly impossible dream for which all your friends probably teased you in elementary school? It’s beyond gratifying once you get there, no doubt. But what happens after that? Especially when you’re so far removed from the twilight of your life? I mean, I get that they going to set up a whole society once they’re there for the rest of us to come join once we’re done screwing up earth. But like, with your main end-game carrot of reaching Mars having been eaten (in a foreign, dark place too), can you imagine how that’ll feel?

Especially without consolation sunray hugs to comfort you? Spring breezes? Indian summers? (Dude, what if there are Indian-Martians when they get there?)

But Max seems like the rise-above determined kinda guy.

So I hope he and his homies have fun terraforming, live long, and prosper.

Even if it’s on vacuum-sealed food.