This Film is the Perfect Metaphor for Life

Think about it. You start out with all these grand plans about where you're going and how amazing it's gonna be when you get there. You wait, you hope, you prepare. Eventually you launch, but something goes wrong. It's cool, you say. We can still make it. Then something else goes wrong. Then something else. Before you know it, you're on the dark side of the moon with only enough fuel for one last burn. If you miss your target, you'll never get home. Your bones ache. You're half-starved. It's been God knows how long since you were able to see or think straight. But now, it's do or die time. No matter how lost you are, no matter how far you've strayed, there's always a chance you'll find your way again, all the way back to where you're supposed to be. Something deep inside is telling you not to give up. Never give up hope. So you give it your best shot... and it works, or seems to. You see home in your windshield. You can breathe again. Then, of course, something else goes wrong. This time, there's no hope, no way back. But look. An outside chance. If we hit the atmosphere just right, at just the right angle, going just the right speed, we'll be in. Let's try it. What have we got to lose? Oh, yeah. Everything. So you try it, and you make it in. You've found your way home. You're safe and free again, forever. It's been the worst experience of your life, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

P.S. I'm conflicted about space travel.