Pluto

Pluto. It was a planet once. But then suddenly it wasn't.  One day people just decided that Pluto doesn't fit in with the definition of planets, and then declared it will no longer suffice as a planet. Look at pluto now, ignored and outcasted, no one pays attention to it, it's alone in galaxy full of mysterious things, it's alone because we decided it's worth even though we had no right to. And as it's said we treat people how we treat things, how we take one look at someone and are quick to decide their worth, but we don't know their story nor do we know their struggles. We don't know what they've been through or what they are going through, they are as strange to us as the mysterious of this galaxy, they are uncanny but again so are we.
What I've learned is we all are Plutos, at times outcasted, misfits and all lone. We all are Plutos, unattended and uncanny, we all are Plutos, beautiful and entrancing. And what I've realized is that if we are a Pluto in someone's life we are also the Sun in someone else's, and maybe we don't matter to one but maybe someone's whole world revolves around us. And maybe in this universe I couldn't be your sun, but what if in some parallel universe I am your brightest star of light. Maybe you're my Pluto, maybe I'm you're Pluto or maybe we both are Suns. Maybe we mean nothing to each other or maybe we mean everything to each other, irrespective of Pluto and suns, we are a string of maybes and almost endings, we are what ifs and almosts, we incomplete and half, we are a string of unknown pasts, presents and futures. We are uncanny, we are the universe.

We are all uncanny.