It’s no secret to the people that know me that science has always been my first love. It was born from the books I grew up with. Books that don’t usually find their way into the hands of 3-4 year olds. Nevertheless, it all inspired me to take the first steps to become the person that I am today.
When it comes down to it, the dream that started all those years ago, never did die. Neither did the worlds and universes that were born from childhood fantasies and conceptual theories of science. What may have been science fiction all those years ago may still be in the pages and reels of classics, but to me, they still represent an unfinished dream, a quest, a purpose that needs its own conclusion. It’s own finality.
It doesn’t matter now, like it didn’t matter then that many of the stories were works of fiction. To me, they represented the hint of what could be and what may be. A future better than the mundane life I was born into. A world I eventually set out to create and maybe, already have.
While it may exist in stories where the adolescent child eventually grows up to be the saviour and the hero, it is often the tragedy that the hero lives long enough to see themselves turn into the very enemy they once fought against. A tragedy that we don’t often see in the stories we love, but one that is true in the life we live. I say this now because regardless of what I know as facts and truths, I know the world doesn’t always share the same perspective as those who seek to turn things for the better.
Even as things are already set into motion. Even if things turn out for the better. I know that I will live long enough to see myself become the very object of people’s hatred. But as a child born from the facts and fiction of science, maybe that knowledge is a small comfort of a bigger purpose. That at the very least, it is not what happens to a single individual that matters, but what that single individual did to influence a greater whole.
Maybe in this world, there isn’t much distinction between good fiction and hard facts. Something I’ve always counted on from the moment I understood the meaning of those words I read so long ago. Words that will finally come to the peace and rest it deserves, in a story that is as unbelievable in real life as never was on a page.