flying

For time immemorial, people have always wanted to fly. Perhaps for most flying represented freedom, a chance to escape, a chance to live, really live. Beacuse if you're, say, 400 feet above sea level and the only things in your world are you and the sea and the sky, what the hell does it matter if you're failing Chemistry or if you got a 2 in Algebra or if your writing sucks? All of those things you spend practically all your time on the ground worrying about seem so insignificant, so useless. Maybe they are in the long run, but with our shortsightedness and pessimism it is so easy to believe otherwise. But when you're in the air calmness and contentment seems to be the norm rather than the exception. There is nothing to worry about, no external source of discomfort or pain, and even when you look down on the polluted seas or up at the polluted skies it's easy to see their grandeur.

If I had one wish it would be to feel like I were always flying. That's impossible. If I were always content I wouldn't try harder. But then again I don't try harder anyway, so it doesn't matter.

flying

For time immemorial, people have always wanted to fly. Perhaps for most flying represented freedom, a chance to escape, a chance to live, really live. Beacuse if you're, say, 400 feet above sea level and the only things in your world are you and the sea and the sky, what the hell does it matter if you're failing Chemistry or if you got a 2 in Algebra or if your writing sucks? All of those things you spend practically all your time on the ground worrying about seem so insignificant, so useless. Maybe they are in the long run, but with our shortsightedness and pessimism it is so easy to believe otherwise. But when you're in the air calmness and contentment seems to be the norm rather than the exception. There is nothing to worry about, no external source of discomfort or pain, and even when you look down on the polluted seas or up at the polluted skies it's easy to see their grandeur.

If I had one wish it would be to feel like I were always flying. That's impossible. If I were always content I wouldn't try harder. But then again I don't try harder anyway, so it doesn't matter.