Growing up in the 70s, my mom had attached herself to Battlestar Galactica as a kid. The show was not impressive, and the science fiction was mostly fiction with little science.
Tonight, the end of a four-year period has arrived. I’ve grown up with BSG, and with the end of a period in life comes the end of a period on television. Raised by the dramatic clash between humans and machines, other humans, and monsters on several different screens, I have come to look at entertainment as a map.
Those of the previous generation have their own televised landmarks. I have BSG. An event that got me through every week of Hell on Earth: middle school… and now, I feel the gracious impact of completion, as those who’d seen Return of the Jedi on opening night had. So many great things have come from the show business since my birth, and the joy welling within me for knowing this, for experiencing it happen right before my very eyes, is something that until recently I could only dream of.
Life has many pleasures to offer, and the one I feel now is great right now, but what is it the the boundless opportunities that the world has to offer? What opportunities may I inspire or create? What love can be had? What lives coould I change for the better?
An event like this, which has spanned my entire adolescence, makes me realize how wonderful everything is.
