Going back to the moon - does anyone care anymore?
I grew up in a time when the sky wasn’t the limit—it was the destination. The Space Race wasn’t just a geopolitical contest; it was a shared human dream. We gathered around televisions to watch rockets pierce the atmosphere, holding our breath as if we were going with them. Astronauts weren’t celebrities in the modern sense—they were heroes, symbols of courage, intellect, and the boundless potential of humanity. Back then, the future felt expansive. It felt like we were all moving forward together, eyes fixed on the stars. And then, something shifted. The urgency faded. The grand narrative of exploration gave way to something quieter, more fragmented. The decades that followed seemed to turn inward—the so-called “me” era—where ambition became more personal than collective. The sense of shared mission, of striving toward something bigger than ourselves, seemed to dissolve. Now we live in an age defined by the internet—an incredible tool, no doubt, but also a relentless engine of distrac...
