Voyager holds a special place in my and Meg’s life. Meg introduced me to the show in 2012. We were having one heck of a fight then (see the pic below, I am NOT having fun), getting away from BC, sailing down America’s west coast. Back to freedom. And Voyager has become, since then, not only our constant companion. Meg and I feel, it is our family.
Don’t laugh. The support and inspiration that Voyager gives us are real. Remember how the hollow deck works? The worlds and the characters it creates aren’t really there but what they do to you, your feelings are real.
Voyager is lovingly kept on our hard drives. We watch the whole thing over again almost every year. By now, we’ve seen it about 10 times. I always have the Voyager hankering.
What does Voyager have to do with freedom? To me, it is all about freedom.
The journey is freedom. Because you are the one who defins it, you choose the way. Those sharing it with you, is freedom. They go through the same challenges with you and eventually you become one. They enable and support you. You become strong, unstoppable. Loyal to the you you have become.
This is why Voyager’s crew final arrival home, to Earth, feels like a betrayal. The voyage, the movement, the very you, grinds to a halt. And from then on you have to fit in, break yourself. Betray what is important to you and substitute it with the imposed custom and optics. It sucks. Meg and I know, we’ve been through it.