To Wonder

I've always had a fascination with the galaxy, with the cosmos and stars. Perhaps it's the innocent beauty of the stars twinkling in the night sky and the moon as it watches from above, perhaps it's the planets and their various forms and compositions. Sometimes, I think it's the thought of HOW exactly such an expansive universe exists, and why, out of all the planets, does Earth in the Milky Way galaxy sustain life?

I like to wonder what and if there is something beyond the 'space' we know and are studying. Undoubtedly, our galaxy is but a speck in what is an infinite universe. What else is out there? Are there other realities? Other planets with strange little life forms doing their best in the endless grind of life? Who's to say we are the only ones out there?

To an imagination like mine, science fiction is fuel on an ever burning fire. Thoughts of spaceships and aliens, of dark energy, black holes and great space whales that swim through the stars. There is something beautiful and freeing, but ultimately saddening in that thought. That yearning to know more, to discover more, to BE more. Perhaps that's why I enjoy sci-fi literature so much.

But how beautiful is it to dream of a place among the stars where humanity has not touched, perhaps will never touch. It opens up infinite possibilities of what the future could look like, a future, that yes, I will never get to see, but it's the lingering feeling that there is something MORE out there than just this dull mundane life.

To look up at the stars and wonder if there are others out there looking down at us, wondering what strange life forms we are that have decided to dedicate their lives to causes they despise simply to stay alive. To look beyond the stars and into the darkness of space and wonder what lies beyond the void of dark and cold. To wonder what's out there that the astronauts haven't yet discovered. Sure, there have been reports of life here and life there, perhaps this planet or that could sustain human life, but it's to see beyond that to the stories between pages, to the pixels on screens and wonder if, perhaps, a reality like that exists, if something like that could one day exist.

To look up into a place of dreams and dream even further.

It's this fascination with the unknown that drives me insane. Of the things that could, should and might be. Things that I could never hope to be part of, things that I wish I could be part of. Things that I can dream of.

My fascination with space started from a young age, and as I've gotten older, it's expanded into awe. Awe that such colossal things exists, such planets, and moons and gaseous compositions. Such galaxies beyond what we can see and dream of. Awe of the beauty found in nebulas, frustration that I will never quite understand how such things work.

Why is it that in such an expansive universe are we trapped, confined, to this existence.

It's to wonder, it's to hope, that there is something more.