a view from above...
For someone who often struggles, but is getting better at dealing, with life's curve balls, I really enjoy flying for some odd reason. I absolutely love it, flying that is, not the crying babies and crowded airports part. For the few hours I'm in an airplane flying from point a to point b, I feel like there's no worry in the world. Zooming through the sky at 20 or 30-something thousand feet is almost therapeutic to me. I know that all you anxious fliers out there are trying to figure out how anyone could ever feel relaxed and peaceful in an airplane, but I just do. It's hard to explain the exact feeling.
All I know is that flying isn't much different than life. We're zooming along at cruising altitude, there are ups and downs, and every once in a while there's some turbulence thrown in just to shake things up, literally. All I know is that flying, like life, takes some faith and knowing that everything will work out just fine. I certainly don't want to die after having lived my life in a fearful state of mind all the years I've lived. Have faith that you'll arrive safely at your destination, and hopefully you enjoy the ride, and the view, along the way.
clouds or not, the view is grand