Today they announced that scientists had discovered gravity functions as a wave. I had been wanting to watch the movie Gravity recently, so I figured this was as good as an excuse as any to put it on.

The movie opens up with this line: 

"At 600KM above planet Earth the temperature fluctuates between +258 and -148 degrees Fahrenheit. There is nothing to carry sound. No air pressure. No oxygen. Life in space is impossible."

The thing most people don't catch amidst the chaos of the movie is that the actual emotional driving force is Sandra Bullock's character trying to deal with the loss of her 4 year old daughter. It's about her not giving up. Fighting to be reborn. To get back to earth. On her feet again.

That's where I find myself. Living in a space where life is impossible. Trying not to give up.

I found myself holding back tears & listening to Kristina cry from the other room as Bullock's character, Ryan Stone, is on the edge of total loss when she catches a radio signal of a man in a foreign land on earth with a baby crying in the background. She lowers the oxygen in her small escape pod when suddenly her only "surviving" crew member shows up unexpectedly outside the escape pod. He forces his way in, and amidst the chaos lays it out...

"Listen, do you wanna go back, or do you wanna stay here? I get it. It's nice up here. You can just shut down all the systems, turn out all the lights, and just close your eyes and tune out everyone. There's nobody up here that can hurt you. It's safe. I mean, what's the point of going on? What's the point of living? Your kid died. Doesn't get any rougher than that. But still, it's a matter of what you do now. If you decide to go, then you gotta just get on with it. Sit back, enjoy the ride. You gotta plant both your feet on the ground and start livin' life. Hey, Ryan? It's time to go home."

I'm not quite sure what I want to do now. What I'm even capable of. I want to get both my feet back on the ground, but I'm honestly not even sure how.