Dream
Perhaps I haven't taken the time to contact each of you and address this, but I have recently realised my dream in life. That is to say, exactly what I want to spend the rest of my existance doing. Rocket Science; to be precise Atronautics and Aeronautics with a side combination of Mathematics, Engineering, Biological and Physical Science. I sure do have my work cut out for me, huh? Why the hell would I want to persue a career in which only a handful of people have only experienced the unwordly benefit of?
Quite simple really. I want to be an astronaut in all but certification, were it not for my uncorrected vision impairment, I would be aiming for the astronaut-level of this category. However the side-option of being the fellow on earth guiding the missions millions and billions of miles away from this rock is perfect for me as well.
To place things a bit poetically, since I have a feeling some people might actually expect me to exude some kind of non-scientific or non-mathetimatically oriented entry...
I wish to paint the endless black void of the night sky with thousands of familiarties. The mysteriousness beyond the atmosphere, where time no longer exists, where day and night are not even plausible concepts, where gravity is absent with oxygen and celestial objects occupy their existance in jealousy. I want to walk in zero gravity, I want to stare into the endless void in awe and have it stare back at me, one man selected among the trillions of lifeforms in existance on this planet, to go out there and stand beyond the clouds.
In thus matters, I feel complete even considering the aspect of achieving such a dream-position. To be paid, occupationally, to rationalize the irrational.
Quite simple really. I want to be an astronaut in all but certification, were it not for my uncorrected vision impairment, I would be aiming for the astronaut-level of this category. However the side-option of being the fellow on earth guiding the missions millions and billions of miles away from this rock is perfect for me as well.
To place things a bit poetically, since I have a feeling some people might actually expect me to exude some kind of non-scientific or non-mathetimatically oriented entry...
I wish to paint the endless black void of the night sky with thousands of familiarties. The mysteriousness beyond the atmosphere, where time no longer exists, where day and night are not even plausible concepts, where gravity is absent with oxygen and celestial objects occupy their existance in jealousy. I want to walk in zero gravity, I want to stare into the endless void in awe and have it stare back at me, one man selected among the trillions of lifeforms in existance on this planet, to go out there and stand beyond the clouds.
In thus matters, I feel complete even considering the aspect of achieving such a dream-position. To be paid, occupationally, to rationalize the irrational.