I am unfortunately not born with the anatomy of a bird. There are no wings in place of my arms, or a strong beak to fend off enemies, or sharp claws to rip through thin skin. My voice is not capable of producing endearing melodies the same way many birds do.
But I want to fly.
Were the clouds as fluffy as they looked from the ground? Will I freeze a thousand feet high up? Do satellite images do the beauty of Earth justice? There are one to many things I want to see, and the sight of the greens and blues of the Earth from the sky was one of them.
The fascination dates back to too long ago. Only recently did I realize I would stop whatever I am doing every time I hear the roaring of engines above my head. I would look up and then watch as an aircraft passes by.
A few kilometers from where I live, there is an airbase. From time to time, a couple of their aircrafts come passing through home in flocks and I am rendered amazed... and forever curious.
What does it feel like? Is being up there as captivating as I imagine it to be? What do they see? What do they hear? Where are they going?
I doubt the sight is as I see it in my imagination. Instead of the Earth, I'd probably see a never-ending expanse of the horizon blanketed by white fluffy balls of clouds. I'd probably see nothing interesting and would choose to just sleep, because that seems to be the only thing I want to do lately. Maybe it's going to be boring.
For now, I am left to wonder. This age has very generous technologies to allow everyone to experience one thing or another. The internet has a whole slew of information, but nothing beats experience, I think.
Someday, I hope to get the means to find out myself. Someday, I will fly.
