Stars

When I wake up, after eating breakfast and getting dressed and all that, I’ll head to the bridge. I’ll turn on the lights, sit in my seat, run system checks, the usual.

For the first time in a looong while, I switched up this routine. I didn’t leave my quarters, I didn’t get dressed. I just stood in front of my window, and stared at the stars. At the speed we’re traveling, you can just barely, almost see them moving. It’s slow, but it’s there.

I never look at the stars anymore. I take them for granted. They’re just, they’re life. At a certain point it’s like staring at a wall. I can’t reach out and touch them, I have no real perception of their distance or the fact that they’re changing at a constant, though REALLY slow rate. They’re just a random background in a part of my life.

But this morning, I looked at them. I really, truly observed them. Some of them seemed to ‘pulse’ – probably binaries. Some of them seemed white, some seemed red, even a few seemed almost blue. There are so many. And so many of them probably have planets, or at the very least, large asteroids. And it’s times like this that I wonder why we’re going where we’re going. What made this trip any more important than checking out one of those many stars? We don’t even know what is on the other side of the wormhole, if anything.

I feel like I shouldn’t think too much about this. It’ll probably just drive me insane.

Captain O’Connor