Why do I watch Doctor Who?

I met the Doctor in the Summer of 2007 and from that day onwards, eight years of innocence, awesomeness and fun began. Makes lots of sense, kinda, to write about the show, and why, oh why, I’m such a fan.

There are many takes on the series and what makes it shine. For me, Doctor Who is a series about love, and playfulness, and most of all, fun. It’s human at it, for it’s also filled with regrets and pain. It’s by no means a perfect show. Far behind from that. There are warts to be seen and (more times than we’d want to admit), even bad scripts.

But then, there’s also a whole feeling of magic one can sense by living through it. Not a tangible one, as one may expect, but it’s there. You can sense it in a way. Is there in every chapter and is there in every tale. It’s the dare.

Doctor Who challenges us to laugh, and hope and dream. Like a child would. With no regrets and with no shame.

It’s the show that can be whimsical, and childish and event hurtful at times. Many times, since people left, and characters we’ve grown to love are now gone and griefs must be lived and trust regained by the ones that replace them.

It’s the story made of stories; a force of nature lived to be retold. It’s to follow the randomness of life, of disrespecting some rules, but also about fighting for others. For the ones that count. Or should.

It’s a series of being silly just for the sake of it, because it’s worthy and because we should. It’s the show that tells us that even when you are over eleven hundred years (or more), and never, ever, land of Sundays, for Sundays are always boring, you can run, and laugh, and make things up in the way, and know, even then, when all the stakes are up, that you are having the ride of your life.

So, to each Doctor that have shined before us, and their cast and crew, thanks for all the fun, and the joyness and the thrill. The ride isn’t over, and we all will be expecting for something to appear at our backyards. We’ll be waiting for the cloister bell to sound and for something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue to land and dare us to have fun.

Hear, hear!