It's Not About Space Travel

If anything it's about time travel, life travel; a journey.

The Hours and Mrs. Dalloway seem to be just about living as they are about dying. The character's only contemplate the inevitable concrete concept of death because they are living a life, and usually not the life they want to be living. Some even think about suicide because they feel the life they have lead has been much more horrid than what death can bring them. Yet, all this while they have been living one way or another. Anyone who has contemplated death as a "way out" must have the thoughts of giving up on continuing on to their "next chapter" in life; be it that they have just stopped trying or they know it's going to suck worse than the last one. If anything it is up to us to make our life novel worth experiencing, worth reading. It can either be carefully crafted or spontaneous like Mrs. Dalloway pulls at. Clarissa from both books seems to be yearning for much more, even though her later carefully created chapters of her life so far haven't seemed as bad. She had tried that route of being spontaneous and free (at 18) and had found nothing but sorrows. Yet, when she tried to plan everything out, get into a more orderly and adult world, she still feels something is lacking. Finding that perfect balance is nothing short of a miracle, since life is spontaneous and controlled in many different aspects.

It's about the hours, whether you want them or not. It's about the living, it's always been about the living and always will be far after you have died, been buried and rotted away into the soil. It's a cycle and it's a journey.