Interstellar

I once wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid. I learned about what makes up stars, what gave planets these appearances, and how to differentiate each heavenly body from one another, long before I could even do proper Grade 3 math. It was a certain curiosity about wanting to discover what's beyond all of....this. **Eventually, it scared me. ** The more I knew about the science of it all, the more I realized how infinitesimally small we are. You realize how overwhelming and scary it is to traverse in a place of utmost darkness and such skewed time. You also realize how lonely it might be to die alone in there, endlessly floating through it all. So in time, I just stopped dreaming about it. --- I also thought my father wouldn't come home. Opposite of the movie however, I was indeed right. I could not hate him for although he was no pilot saving the mankind, he was just a man trying to save his family. I was something to leave behind, so he could go further. --- **So what is my point here exactly? ** Now, although I could not fault a kid for being so scared of the unknown, I do think it was a bit naive of me to have stopped dreaming about space. I think it was a genuine interest that could have been something else. My younger self, if you're somehow able to read this from the 5th dimension signal I'm sending you right now, try to dream a bit more. I don't want you to realize so soon how terrifyingly similar being swallowed up by space might be to being swept up by the woes of being left behind.