How did I end up here?

That was a question James T. Kirk asked himself a lot. Sometimes, in this universe that moves so fast, time slips away from us. We end up awakening some day, not realizing how much time we have spent in the winds, thinking about our own little worlds. We don't pay attention sometimes to the most important things, no matter big or small. We are lost in time.

This is how Jim Kirk felt. How did I get on this bridge? He couldn't say he didn't feel like he deserved it, having died for it and all. It had all simply seemed as if it had gone so fast... too fast. He wasn't sure where he stood in the universe anymore. Where he was, when he was, what he was... He was lost in time, as so many of us are.

In his life, Jim had had enough experiences to have value in the little things, the things that other people don't think matter. The whispers, the gestures, the actions. Things that other people didn't bother to observe, to glean from the world around them, that's what Jim saw. It's what helped him make his snap decisions. The little things, they say, are sometimes the most important. Even Bones, the one who he called his best friend, did these little things that meant the world to Jim but he didn't give a second thought to.

Sometimes, at the Academy, after a fight, Bones had ranted about how idiotic, how irresponsible Jim was. To Bones, it was his anger getting the best of him. To Jim, it was Bones acting like the parent he so innately desired, telling him off when he needed it.

It seemed to Jim like no one else realized how much their tiniest reaction affected someone else. Even Uhura, with her little smirks and dramatic sighs at his (faked, now) attempts at flirting, didn't realize that in the hard times, that was a way for him to make the world okay. It was a way of making things look lighter when all he could see ahead was darkness. Perpetual darkness.

But maybe, that's just the way things were for other people. They went along, caught up in their own affairs, unaware of how the little things affected them or others. Maybe he was alone in thinking, noticing these little things.

So, one day, when the ship were pulling out of spacedock, he looked at his chair. The Captain's chair. The words floated through his mind.. like a passing leaf on a windy day... Space. The Final Frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise, her ongoing mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no one has gone before.

And that really is what we're doing, he thought. Boldly going through our lives with no thought to the effort put out by others, and even ourselves.

So as he sat in that chair, on the bridge of his ship, with these thoughts running through his mind, it was only one that made his crew wonder at his smile.

They were right. It really is the little things that are the most important.