Roger That!

February 10, 2013 § Leave a comment


I saw lights above me across the dawn sky. They blink intermittently every 3 seconds. It is zooming across the sky on a journey to a specific destination. Oh the usual shudder I felt every single time. I didn’t give up on flying. Perhaps it wasn’t right for me. I buried it, my dream, in a box and keep it safe somewhere in my heart. Maybe it’s fine that I won’t be a pilot. Maybe it’s okay that I won’t be taking aeronautical and aerospace. I love traveling. And of course traveling requires you to hope on a plane. The very least I get to be on a plane where I get to see the clouds, the air crews, people’s random whine and just savor and cherish the moment when I can. But I know it won’t be the same as navigating and have control of the giant airbus with big hopes and responsibility weighing on your shoulders to get everybody safely landed on their destinations.

It’s okay.


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