October Thirteenth; Out There…Somewhere

I just had to watch.


I sat here and watched as William Shatner and the others went off into space and back. I watched as they were being driven to the rocket, all of the emotions that were displayed on his face. A man who had played the part of a fictional starfleet captain was actually going to touch space. While his face remained stoic, his eyes gave way to all that was going on inside. Nervous, anticipation, excitement, all flowed and ebbed. How any thoughts and questions of what might/ could/maybe happen ran through his mind like the Enterprise at warp speed?  What level of fear did he feel inside? Was he hiding trembling? Any cold sweat? Outside, he seemed very calm. How was he inside?


I sat here and watched as one by one they entered the rocket. Taking the last ‘before’ photos just before stepping inside. I watched as the hatch was closed and everything began moving into place for lift off.
For just a moment, as I sat here along with over two hundred thousand others across the globe, watching online, memories surfaced. As a child we would watch as rockets lifted skyward from the Kennedy Space Center at Cape Canaveral. Against a Florida sun glared blue sky we would watch as rockets lifted upward and out of sight. Now I was sitting here, far from that childhood, waiting to watch this launch.


I tend to avoid watching the launch and landing of rockets. I wait until I know all has gone well and all are home. This one, I watched. I wanted to see the captain I had grown up watching traverse space, go there. For that brief moment in time, for him to touch in reality, what he had done in pretense.


As the capsule carrying the astronauts floated down, slowed by the massive parachutes I watched. When the capsule hit the Texas ground hard, sending a plume of dust up and out, I breathed a sigh of relief. There, and back again. Not Tolkien’s fictional land with Bilbo Baggins, but space. One comparison though, as Bilbo traveled, he learned and grew. I can only imagine the emotions that flooded William Shatner’s heart the moment they crossed into space. Touching, what he may up to now, only had dreams of actually accomplishing. At ninety years of age, he did accomplish touching space, for that very brief second of time.


He went, nervous. He went, possible afraid. He went, knowing all possibilities. He went.


How many of us have dreams that we allow to sit unfulfilled? How many allow fears to prevent accomplishments? How many have long lists of excuses as to why we cannot fulfill that dream? How many allow the thoughts of others to stop us?


A dream, is an adventure. A dream is a goal. A dream is something that can be handled in various ways toward fulfillment. No matter what, it is done one step, one breath, one day at a time. But you have to take that first step. Your dream, your success, your accomplishments await you, out there…somewhere.

What is your passion? Where does it rest? What stops you, from seeing success?

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to October Thirteenth; Out There…Somewhere

  1. John says:

    I too watched the launch and recovery, wonderful! William Shatner deserves to go and the only Star Trek character to be in space! ❤️🖖🏻

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