As the minutes and seconds ticked down toward the launch of NASA’s Artemis II mission Wednesday evening, I felt unexpectedly emotional.
I wasn’t sure why I felt like crying. All I knew was that what I was watching was triggering the same sorts of feelings I used to have as a small child watching Apollo rockets launch missions which finally reached the moon.
And then it hit me.
As a child watching humans reach toward space, I was full of optimism about the future. We were breaking free of the confines of this planet. Humans were going to leave their known world — once again — and try to build something new elsewhere.
We were reaching for a new start. We were going to bring Star Trek to life.
And as I watched the countdown to the launch of Artemis II today — with tears in my eyes — I realized why it was so emotional to watch this.
All of my fears and frustrations and anger about our society today faded just slightly. I was emotional to feel just a tiny bit of the optimism and hope that I felt as a child.
Maybe — just maybe — we might still overcome the darkest parts of what we’re doing to ourselves. Maybe we could still overcome all the challenges we face.
Maybe I could feel hope again for the future of humanity.

It took me years to feel the anger I’d repressed since childhood
Gay marriage debate turns into fight for validation of private beliefs
It’s hard to shut off our internal chatterboxes to listen to silence
Arrogance and stupidity go hand in hand for the coercive state
After first six podcast episodes, I’m encouraged but still a rookie
Maybe we’re doomed to replay past until we finally get it right
Why do I suffer deep alienation when I fear I’m misunderstood?
I’d be thrilled if Ron Paul were elected, but I won’t vote for him