lost in galaxy : beginning

Summary

(Born in 1999 January 17  at Mumbai hospital in a family of well-known personality his mother(Lila) was a journalist at” India every day”   his father(bill) and his grandfather(Max ) were working for the space research facility GSAAU (global and Space Aeronautics Administrative Union ) unfortunately his mom died away while giving birth to her baby(Eliot)  followed by the death of his grandpa  in 2011 later , Eliot was unlikely to keep up with the growing world but miracle happens .His father being busy in his work never gave any time to his son or he wanted to forget about what had happen and move on so he could have a better life with his son ,”huh! Adult”.

 So there were no real bonding’s between them it was like an empty space in them. While growing he never felt empty because of his (Linda) grandma. )

Chapter 1

On weekend Eliot use to visit his grandma’s house .He use to have so much of fun but as it is said that everything with high energy level has to get to the ground stat to be stable but in this case it was far from stable.

Many Days passed and Eliot started to understand thing he started asking question of his existence, how he is breathing, how the world works 10yr old Eliot was fascinated of his life, of his existence he never thought of the odds or evens happened in his life.

After 8 year Eliot’s grandma died away in 2010 august 14 Eliot was 11 yr. old he couldn’t bear the pain and burst out loud he cried for days, weeks, and months thinking of the days when he was a kid his grandma was his life he never felt alone with her, As a kid Eliot was not really the social type he was rather curious, interested in extraordinary things  and yeah he was shy of girls I mean very very shy he had friends at school but never bounded with them .things got even worst after his grandma death .11 yr.  Eliot Was scared and depressed he stopped going to school for 2 month his father was worried that no one was beside him he thought to keep a Nannie but Eliot won’t let them stand for long in his house 

After grandma death Eliot use to visit her house every weekend. Eliot experienced for the first time this pain .someone he knew he loves passed away without any sign it was the first time he glanced at death. A person who died before or after Eliot was born was no matter to him because he never knew them that was the reason he never felt sad or pity for them. Eliot’s father bill was trying to get close to him as a father but he had already lost the chance .Eliot life was going to change in couple of days no one knew someone from a very long distance was coming for him that his life was going to change there were adventure to come. 

lost in galaxy:introduction

"I find myself weighing the sum of what we claim to know against the stories we whisper to keep the dark at bay. We are fragile things. We navigate by the stars of our own poor choices, making decisions that eventually come to collect their debt. The scientists call us the most complex organisms on this planet, yet we live in a state of permanent vertigo. If complexity cannot grant us clarity, then it is nothing more than a beautiful, tangled burden.

I first felt the weight of it in the fourth grade. Life is a relentless conveyor. We are born, we leave a smudge of memories on the glass of time, and then we vanish, handing our half-finished notes to the next in line. Evolution claims we’ve been here for a quarter of a million years or so the digital archives suggest usually followed by a cautious 'or more.' It is a scientist's way of admitting they are guessing.

But it isn't the vastness of the past that haunts me; it is the tide of the future. I fear the day my youth is pulled out from under me. I fear becoming a relic, a ghost sitting in a chair while the world pulses on without me, driven by the heartbeats of my own descendants. They say death can be delayed by a cheerful spirit, but it cannot be erased. Everything that draws breath is a debt that must eventually be settled with the earth. That is the law. But I find myself wondering if the law is nothing more than a lack of imagination.

It’s a grim joke, isn't it? We cannot even pinpoint the hour of our arrival. Perhaps that is why we lean so hard on the divine. I won’t claim God is a myth simply because He hasn't shown His face Yet I have seen too many men suffer in His name . I think He exists as a form of hope..... a blind, desperate hope. It isn't a bad thing, but hope can turn into despair .

Hope is the engine of our species. The hope to become, the hope to endure, the hope to build something that outlasts our own skin. We all carry it, though for most, it is a cage. Only a rare few find the key and step out into the vast, cold 'elsewhere.' Eliot Pecker was one of the lucky ones. Let’s see where his luck led him."