Every night I light a candle hoping you'll come home. I look out my bedroom window and wish upon a star that I might see you again one day.
Mom says it's never going to happen, but I just can't believe that's true. I believe; you just need a candle to light your way.
My tiny little candle, shining out into the darkness: How could it make any difference at all?
Well, in the darkness, a little light seems to go a long way.
Am I wrong? Maybe. But what is life if we don't have hope?
Hope and light, that's what I'm clinging onto. Daddy, please do the same. Your little girl wants you to come home.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Stars
When I look out at the stars, I wonder about all those far off galaxies I'm always hearing about and whether there could be life in any of them. All those planets in all those systems, there must be another one out there like ours, able to support and sustain life. It wouldn't even have to be particularly intelligent life, though it would be nice if there were creatures out there with whom we could communicate. I suppose its more likely that it isn't particularly intelligent, the life that might be out there. After all, if they were intelligent, wouldn't they have found us by now? We've been searching for them for decades and there's nothing. They can't be any smarter than we are or they would have found us by now.
Well, maybe I'm just being impatient. It will take time, I know that. Technology has only advanced so far. Even with all we've discovered about photons and tachyons and quarions, there's still so much room for improvement. Our probes still only reach out another couple light-years per second. The universe is big. Very big. It will take time to search it all. I just really hoped we'd find something in my lifetime.
My friends think I'm crazy. There's no other life out there, they say. We are alone in the universe, the sole masters of our domain. That's good, they tell me. It means we can do whatever we want with all that space and existence out there. We don't have to share with anyone. No need to establish diplomatic relationships with another planet, which wouldn't even be possible until we could by some miracle come to understand them and there completely alien culture and language. It's better if we're the only ones out there.
But I know I'm not the only one who hopes we find something, someone, out there among the stars. If I were the only one, there wouldn't be all these scientists so much smarter than I am sending out the probes to begin with. They're curious and hopeful, just like I am. They want there to be other life out there, and they know that the odds favor us finding something somewhere, someday, even if it's thousands of years from now.
When I grow older, I'll be right there among them, studying the stars, sending out probes, researching ways to make it all more efficient in the search, but for now, I'm just a child with a dream, wishing upon the far off stars.
So I just keep looking out from my window at night, wondering if there's anything else out there. I see our moons in the night sky, outshining the stars, and wonder if our simple planet of Kanath is all there is, or if there might be something more, someone else, out there in the universe.
Well, maybe I'm just being impatient. It will take time, I know that. Technology has only advanced so far. Even with all we've discovered about photons and tachyons and quarions, there's still so much room for improvement. Our probes still only reach out another couple light-years per second. The universe is big. Very big. It will take time to search it all. I just really hoped we'd find something in my lifetime.
My friends think I'm crazy. There's no other life out there, they say. We are alone in the universe, the sole masters of our domain. That's good, they tell me. It means we can do whatever we want with all that space and existence out there. We don't have to share with anyone. No need to establish diplomatic relationships with another planet, which wouldn't even be possible until we could by some miracle come to understand them and there completely alien culture and language. It's better if we're the only ones out there.
But I know I'm not the only one who hopes we find something, someone, out there among the stars. If I were the only one, there wouldn't be all these scientists so much smarter than I am sending out the probes to begin with. They're curious and hopeful, just like I am. They want there to be other life out there, and they know that the odds favor us finding something somewhere, someday, even if it's thousands of years from now.
When I grow older, I'll be right there among them, studying the stars, sending out probes, researching ways to make it all more efficient in the search, but for now, I'm just a child with a dream, wishing upon the far off stars.
So I just keep looking out from my window at night, wondering if there's anything else out there. I see our moons in the night sky, outshining the stars, and wonder if our simple planet of Kanath is all there is, or if there might be something more, someone else, out there in the universe.
Character
Who am I? Who am I to you? Are you right? Do you know who I really am? I know you do, because I am nothing without what you think of me. Whatever you think I am, that is what I am. I do not exist outside your imagination. I am just a character, a fictional creation. It doesn't matter what my creator intended. What matters is what you, the reader, view me to be. That is what I truly am. I am all things to all people because I am what each of them wants me to be. That is my purpose and my destiny. You give me life. You make me me. So who am I? That's up to you to decide.
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