When you’re a planet you’ve got two choices. You can either look outwards, out at the stars and planets and other space stuff. Or you can look inwards at whatever inhabits you, which might just be gases or it could be animals. To do this you use the bit of you that is your sky to look inside yourself and see what’s going on. It’s pretty bonkers.
Anyway, the good thing about being a planet is that both options are incredible. One way you have the single most awe-inspiring sight imaginable. It goes on forever and it’s dynamic, and magical and powerful and endless. And the microcosmic internal view, though less impactful, is perhaps more incredible for its miraculous irrelevance. Life is fascinating.
But this sentiment also represents the major drawback to being a planet: you don’t have any mates. Your next door neighbours live hundreds of millions of miles away. There’s no one to talk to. Most planets are actually quite sad. And I wouldn’t recommend being one for longer than three to four weeks, max.