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Writing Byte #2: A real experience

Today, I flew, and then again… I didn’t.
I sped through the air, crossing miles and miles of land and water as if it were nothing, as if it were a mere jaunt to a nearby town.
But it wasn’t me.

I was simply an observer of a plane, given the view the plane has, and the experience the plane went through, as it did the action of flying through the sky.

I simply sat back, and enjoyed the ride…

I felt the plane exert its strength, stirring and awakening deep within itself.
Then, it moved. It started slow, but soon picked up speed, confident in its course.
I gazed in awe as the standing rainwater began to stream past the windows, rippling over the panes in strange, writhing currents.
The clouds had formed ranks low in the sky, blocking the path forward, but the plane flew straight, unflinching, determined to take its place in the sky.
The night exerted its hold over me, causing me to yawn and lean back in my chair, resting.
But a plane never sleeps.
The dark passed by without protest, knowing it was no match for the physical form shooting by.

Golden lights began to form below, looking almost like a circuit board laid out on the ground. Soon the golden lights multiplied and spread.
As the plane began to head towards the earth, to take some time to rest, the lights grew stronger and clearer, some remaining stagnant while others moved along the winding roads and highways.
Houses are illuminated next, and an airport.
The plane reaches out and touches the ground. It carries out the action just gently enough to cause no harm to the passengers in its belly, but just roughly enough to remind them of its speed and force.
It slows, and stops, becoming inanimate once again.

I am no longer sitting in a chair watching life go by.
I have concluded that in this flight, the plane came to life and brought a truth to the forefront of my mind.

Sometimes you need to sit back and watch the world go by or you'll miss some of the most beautiful moments in this world.
But sometimes, if you don't find the life within yourself, and take flight toward the horizon, you'll miss the chance to have any beautiful moments at all.


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