What if man could fly?
I’d like to think I’d be soaring through the sky rn…
But realistically I’d prolly b doing just this. Laying here.
What do we do when we are given the whole world?
Open our eyes, breathe in, and 9 times out of 10 do the imaginable.
But maybe nothings wrong with that?
Maybe we’re not meant to fly but once or twice in an accidental escape from reality.
Maybe the key is to breathe in, breathe out, accept, enjoy, and be ready.
To only enjoy flight is to constantly be stuck in the anticipatory anxiety that is the “wait for something better” whenever our two feet are on the ground.
What if we wanted to stay?
To sit?
To walk?
To be fully grounded.
What if flying was no longer our goal?