I'm in florida for the weekend, visiting Sukhoon, a good HS friend that currently attends Embry Riddle Aeronautical University. His friend, Kevin, took me flying... it was sick!
Kevin let me control the small plane for a good 15 minutes, and take off from the landing strip. We also watched the sunset while in the air 10,000 ft up. Needless to say, it was a gorgeous view and a surreal feeling.
I used to constantly have dreams of me flying, without wings but also without being trapped in a metal contraption. Just me kicking up my legs and bam, I'm up in the air with no sense of direction or restrictions as to where to go. When I tried to share my special ability and carry someone else, that person would weigh me down and I'd become a bird with a broken wing. Okay, so the symbolism here is so obvious that I don't need Freud to interpret it.
Sadly, I don't have such dreams anymore. I wonder, where's my will to fly?
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