I want to fly.
Not the wing type, not like angels or fairies… More the Peter Pan “style”. You just…fly. Faith, hope, and pixie dust. That’s the kind of flying for me.
Just think of what you could see, from way up there, looking down to the blue world below. It’d be exhilarating. Thrilling. Unlike anything ever imagined.
Yes, we have planes, but it’s nto the same really, is it? I bet Leonardo di Vinci wasn’t thinking about airplanes when he first invented the flying machine. I think he was thinking about birds. Maybe he moved onto the airplane…but, birds first. Flying. Free of help. Just need a pair of wings. Well, I’m skipping the wings and just going straight to the flying.
Do you think it would change your perspective on life? Do you think you’d see everything differently if you could fly?
I think, from way up there, the earth would look more beautiful. It always does, from way up, doesn’t it? Down here, with our feet safely stuck on the ground, we don’t see that much. It’s after we climb the mountain and stand at the top with our arms spread wide apart that we see everything we’ve climbed after. And we think it’s brilliant. So what if we could just fly up there, all the time? Maybe we’d think everything is even more brilliant—and, come on, life really is brilliant already.
I think I’d bounce on the clouds. I don’t care if it’s imposible. I think, from down here, I’d like to fly and jump across the clouds and maybe dart up to the moon and walk on its pale white face. I think it’d be soft and dusty up there. I think, seeing the earth below, would be brilliant.
There would be a lot of brilliant things about flying. I want to try it.
Me? I could fly.
FIVE MINUTES. STOP.