Planes remind me of freedom, of travel, of excitement.
There are fewer planes in the sky now because of the global pandemic that is happening.
Not knowing when we can go overseas safely again is a sobering thought.
How nice it would be to fly like a bird in the sky.
When you are at home, it feels like you are caged in…locked up…safe..but your soul is deteriorating slowly.
I just got back from a short trip to Sydney to witness one of my good friends getting married to the love of his life. This was my 2nd time flying interstate in the space of the last month. I so happened to get put on to another window seat and the view never ceases to amaze me. Also, the fact that the plane being so heavy and with so many people is able to take off into the air. Amazing. Do I understand the physics and magic of it all? Do I want to? Probably not. I prefer not knowing in some ways, because it makes it even more magical than knowing all the ins and outs of aircraft.
I observed several birds I saw among the city… How do they fly so easily? Just a flap of a wing and they are airborne… Why weren’t humans born with wings? Why do we need to board large aircraft to be able to fly? I believe we have envy of animals…in that, they have the ability to fly, swim at great depths, and survive in extreme conditions that we wouldn’t be able to without equipment.
Are we just too scared to fly? Just think a young bird has to jump out of its nest for the first time to be airborne…it has to take the risk of falling to its death if it isn’t able to fly…Why walk when you can fly? Predators coming? No problem just fly away. can’t reach that hard to reach fruit in the tree? No worries. Just fly a little higher. Is there a river that has no bridge for you to cross? No worries just fly over it. You get my point.
But what was my point anyway?
Maybe I should ask someone why birds can fly.