On January 28th, 1986
the space shuttle Challenger exploded
seventy-three seconds
into the flight.
It has been rumored that the recording of the astronauts' last words were recovered. Although this isn't true, this has been inspired by the tragedy:
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to get to space. It takes the wide eyes of a daydreamer and the palms strong enough to hold onto hope. The feeling of flying... Is something similar to the chase. It is the cat and mouse childhood adrenaline. We all run until we are out of breath. Until we are numb. Until the victory has been brushed off and the struggle wins gold.
I've lived my life fully and rich. The moon has always been my savior. I talk to her when I am lost. Her tides pull the gravity right under my feet. At times I forget why the bones in my feet have a mind of their own. They pull and pull and never fail. They pulled me to a silent prayer. I rehearsed my thank you speech for her all the way up here. I was so close to holding the moon. To dancing with her. To meeting my hero, my savior, my love.
This is what adrenaline is. It's the chase. It's running until we fly and flying until we are out of... Breath...
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