EVE Fiction

A few words ahead: This is not really a story, rather an idea, something I wanted to use for my bio (I got really angry about that 1000 character limit....). So please excuse if it's not that well written; it wasn't the intention to create a suspending story. Moreover I'm german and not very firm in english. Nevertheless, I wanted to share it.
Anyway, here it is:

The stars are a promise.

That's the reason why people have looked at them for centuries. Not because they were fascinated of what is up there in space. But because of what could be there. The stars have been an anchor for the fantasy of mankind. As long as they were unreachable and unexplainable, they were the canvas for the wishes of every single human. There are billions of them, and each of them inherits the possibility of being the one, the last home you are looking for your whole life.

Each possibility loses its allure when it becomes reality. And each dream uses its glance when it is fullfilled. Thus it wasn't surprising that the fascination of men faded as soon as they got the technology to travel to the stars. With every lightyear that they came closer to a solar system it became visually bigger. But simultaneously it shrinked in their minds to what it really was - a couple of gas- and rockballs orbiting each other. Only a few of the systems really were worth travelling to them. And none of them matched the expectations the people had as long as they had been tied to the ground of earth.

That's what you could say; and actually, many do so, after they have gotten their first ship and rushed into space, just to return home years later, desillusionated. But they are mistaken. The mistake is to believe that dreams are something you have to achieve. When you're just flying in order to get to the one, the only spaceport you're picturing in your dreams, each spaceport you reach must fail your expactations, and you will end up recognizing none of their beauty.

Many don't understand that possibilities don't attract us beacuse they could mean the occurence of a special, definit event. They attract us just beacuse they are possibilities. They are another point on the line of our life, where we are able to chose which path we are going to follow and where we feel the one, the pure freedom of the universe: The freedom that it could be different.

And so many see their dream as a point, a specific event in this endless chain of events they try to reach. But dreams aren't points. They are this line of life we are following, that leads us on, and at its end there still is another possibility. Dreams are as infinite as the universe itself.

It's this thought that drives us. That lets us shiver at the sight of each star and passing comet. That lets us fight, for a faction, not under it. That lets us search, not for the find, but for the search. That lets us live, not for our targets, but for our life. This one thought: At the moment, it is. But at the next moment, it can.

This is the universe of possibilities.