My Fear of Flying
Given that I fly a reasonable amount every month, my fear of flying has proven to be quite an annoyance. It makes it hard to sleep or enjoy my food while thousands of feet above sea level.
Look, I’ve done my fair share of rationalization. I know that turbulence is technically a good thing: it means that the plane is functioning the way it should and it is merely responding to movements of the wind etc. I also know that there are hundreds of other planes flying right at that moment. I also know that you are more likely to die from a car crash than from a plane crash.
I guess that’s why they call it an “irrational” fear: there may a million reasons not to be scared - and yet: shakes, bounces and turbulences get my heart rate going and I instinctively reach out to the person next to me, or at the very least shut my eyes in denial.
But recently, I’ve realized that a little bit of fear gives that tiny reminder of just how much I value life. Getting off of a plane always gives me a feeling of relief - and in that moment I am immensely grateful. I suddenly want to begin everything afresh and explore some new horizon.
Up there in the skies, there truly is a silver lining in every cloud. Every ounce of fear reflects a genuine love of life and that is a wonderful epiphany I share with you today. 💙
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