eighthphase

I just spent the last hour and a half watching a documentary about the Apollo astronauts, at the recommendation of my da; he's seen it like a million times, and thought he'd let me know it was on again so that I might watch it, since I'm so into that kind of thing. So basically I spent the last hour and a half on the verge of tears, except for when I was actually crying (which happened more than a couple of times), because seriously? It was powerful. It was moving. I realised that going in and even though I hate crying, I don't hate it right now at all. I don't regret it at all.

I'm only seventeen, and everyone's telling me, "It's okay if you don't know what you want to do! Everybody changes their minds about it!" (A little hypocritical of them, but that's neither here nor there.) And I used to be glad to hear that, because it made me feel better about myself, about how I didn't know what I wanted to do. But now, finally, I know, and I don't think I'm going to change my mind about it.

I want to write, and I want to see humanity reach out and take hold of our future out there, because that's where our future is. (I'm not going to make Star Trek references, because everybody does that and I think I've already used up my life's supply of them, between this icon and this tag. But, as someone raised on science fiction, the sentiment is there.) If I can just do that, I'll be the happiest person ever. And if I can, somehow, play a part in making that happen, however large or small a part it may be, I'll never regret a thing.