It's Nolan's world and we are just living in it.

Movie Name: Interstellar

Directed by: Christopher Nolan

We’re all just living in Christopher Nolan’s world—and honestly, what a privilege that is.

There’s something about the way he tells stories—uncompromising, obsessive, authentic. He doesn’t just make movies; he builds entire universes and dares you to step inside. And when you do? You either get lost in the spectacle or find yourself questioning everything.

Someone online once joked, “My life is a Nolan film—I don’t understand any of it.” His response? Perfect: “You don’t have to understand it. Just feel it.”

That’s how I experienced Interstellar. Sure, the science went over my head (hello, YouTube explainers), but the feeling of it? That stuck with me. Here’s my take—flawed, personal, maybe completely wrong—but this is what lingered long after the credits:

We all have a voice within us telling what is right and what is wrong, what to do and what not to do, our journey may already have a destination and even the journey might be predestined it's all about how we live through it. The ghosts are in our mind, we need to solve them by asking questions, the dejavu feeling which we have might be the sign of reaching a significant station, but the journey of life will always go on with a voice from our mind telling and guiding us. "They" in the movie may refer to the power of world or just power of living or might be god too.

But who am I to dissect Nolan’s genius? The visuals alone left me speechless.

At the end of the day, he’s right: Understanding is overrated. What matters is that ache in your chest when the music swells, that sense of wonder when the stars blur past. You don’t need to solve the puzzle—you just need to let it move you.