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I Think You Saw It Too.
I’m sure you saw it.
Somewhere between everything else, scrolling, moving, thinking about what’s next,
you would have come across it.
NASA. Artemis II. The furthest humans have ever gone.
Headlines about how they went further than anyone in history. How they slipped
behind the Moon. How, for a while, they were completely alone.
Maybe you paused.
Maybe you didn’t.
But I haven’t been able to shake it.
Because I keep thinking about that moment when they lost contact. When Earth was
not just far away, but gone. No messages. No voices. No way to reach anyone who
had ever known them.
Just silence.
And I keep wondering what fills that silence.
Not the technical answers. Not the mission objectives. Not the things we are told
matter.
You.
Me.
People.
Because if you were there, really there, I don’t think you would be thinking about
how far you have come.
I think you would be thinking about who you left behind.
The person you did not text back properly.
The conversation you rushed.
The moment you half showed up to because something else felt more important at
the time.
I think, in that silence, all of it would come back.
Not loudly.
But clearly.
And that is the part that has been sitting with me.
We live like we are always connected. Like people are always just a message away.
Like nothing is ever truly out of reach.
But for those astronauts, for forty minutes, none of that existed.
No “I will call you later.”
No “I will fix it tomorrow.”
No “there is still time.”
Just the quiet reality of what actually mattered when everything else disappeared.
What Came Back From the Moon.
And when they came back, they spoke about love.
Not in a dramatic way. Not in the way you expect from something that historic.
Just plainly.
Like it was obvious.
Like it was the only thing worth naming after going that far.
And I think that is what unsettles me.
Because if it becomes that clear when everything else is stripped away, then what
are we doing the rest of the time?
Why do we make it so complicated?
Why do we act like meaning is something we have to chase, or earn, or prove?
Why do we keep living slightly ahead of our own lives, always moving, always
building, always assuming we will come back to what matters when we finally have
the time?
I do not think there is a moment where it all suddenly slows down and gives us
permission to care properly.
I think this is it.
Right now.
And I think we know that, somewhere underneath everything else.
We just do not sit in it long enough to feel it.
But those astronauts did not have a choice.
They were forced into stillness.
Into distance.
Into seeing everything they had ever known reduced to something small and fragile,
and most importantly, finite.
And in that space, they did not discover something new.
They remembered something we keep forgetting.
That the point of all of this was never to go further.
It was to hold onto what we already have.
To actually be there for the people in our lives. Not partially. Not eventually. Not
when it is convenient.
But fully.
Now.
What Distance Reveals About Us.
If you were that far away, if everything went silent, I do not think you would regret
not doing more.
I think you would regret not being more.
More present.
More honest.
More willing to say the things you keep assuming you will get around to.
Maybe this was never really about space.
Maybe it just took that kind of distance for something obvious to become
unavoidable.
So I am writing this to you, not as an article, but as something I am trying to take
seriously myself.
If the people in your life are the thing you would reach for in that silence, then why
wait for the silence to prove it?
As the saying goes, “Let all that you do be done in love.” — 1 Corinthians 16:14
