Ever since I was a child, I loved planes; and I fell in love with them at a pretty young age.
Long before I would ever go on one, I dreamt of the day when I would. I remember staring in the star scattered skies of my neighborhood in Jamaica with the oft plane blinking by to some far away land.
Until about 13, I always wanted to be a Pilot. But when I found out that the pay is shit and I would have to take orders from someone else all my life, I knew it wouldn’t be for me. However, my love for planes only grew stronger, despite tossing away my dreams of having a commercial pilot’s license.
The first time I went on a plane, I remember it being uneventful but magical at the same time. It opened up my eyes to a whole new world, a world from above.
Since that first day years ago, I have been on planes dozens of times, and there is just something about that view from above.
It’s calming. It’s peaceful. It’s relaxing. It’s scenic. And it sums up this great big world in a few hundred miles for you to get that perfect shot of life below.
It shows you a world not filled with hate, bitterness, malice and war. But one scattered with lush greenery, neatly patterned farmlands, and open blue seas.
Flying itself, for me has become somewhat of a bore. I love the thrill of it, but sitting on a plane for hours can get monotonous. However, there is just something about the view from above that offers a certain peace like no where else on earth. It is an escape from the harsh realities that linger below, and just a for a few hours you are sheltered from it all.
There is peace!
I still want to learn to fly a plane (hopefully my own) one day, so I can be able to experience peace from above on my own terms.
Where do you find peace?