The memories that haunt
All it takes is one look at the books I bought and read, about aviation, and all the weeks and months of planning for any other career seem like such a waste. This is what my soul screams to me I should be – an aviator, and my place belongs in the sky. As much as I may try to convince myself that other things are worth learning, knowing, and experiencing, nothing will ever come close to taking off from the ground and being up in the air. Where everything takes on a different hue, and every little detail on the planet becomes part of a larger whole. Where it all starts to make sense. Every question gets its answer, and every doubt is laid to rest. Where relief is found from drudgery, boredom, lack of inspiration, fear, loneliness, depression, and every other malady that a human being (me, in this case) could be afflicted with.
As I enter the final lap of preparations for my 90 days of self-discovery, having formerly ruled out aviation as a contender for a career ahead, I think it may not turn out to be quite as simple. For every time I feel I’ve managed to come to terms with aviation being a no-show, this quote (whose true origins aren’t yet accurately known) comes back to me –
“When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”
Happy landings. 🙂