Thoughts Before Flight

As I entered, momentarily gazing

at the many faces of those seating

on the vehicle I would settle

until our destination was reached

a couple that spoke together softly

while holding their hands together

a man drowned out all the noise

while his eyes roved like mine

a small blonde boy walked the isle

his mom followed closely behind

a bearded man swallowed pills

and closed his eyes in preparation

I wondered how we were able

to have such trust and surrender

to the abilities of human beings

who are imperfect just like us

we were able to set aside

the fear of everything possible

how often did we do this

consciously or unconsciously

close our eyes and fall back

and hope the universe will catch us

9/1/19

Two days ago, I took a flight with my family across the country. As I walked down the aisle to reach my seat, I couldn’t help but look at the faces around me in wonderment. In my anxiety, I thought at first, “These all are the people I could die with.” I scanned the faces, saving them to my memory.

A man, a women, a couple, a family, a mother and child. All on the same plane, the same destiny for the time being. They fastened their belts, and awaited for liftoff. As I took in this scene, I realized something very significant.

These are people of faith. All of them really. Why else are the potentially surrendering themselves to the capability of those in the deck? Having trust in a vehicle that defies gravity in a way they can’t even fully grasp? This was interesting to me.

Humans are creatures of faith, trust and hope constantly. Whether we notice it or not. It is an odd but beautiful thing. We know what could happen, the negative possibilities or even life threatening consequences of our everyday choices. Often, we have to set aside fear (I am very afraid of heights) so that we can fulfill our needs, dreams, and ambitions. As humans, we evolve each moment we surmount our nature in this manner, and trust that by doing so we getting closer to reaching our purposes for living.

I found that even being thousands of feet in the air was quite a wonderful experience after all, and I would quite like to do it many more times over.

Inertia

 

There was nothing in this place.

She knew, in a physical sense, that there were neurons whizzing about, and of the various stew of ingredients that made up her brain. She supposed there were the thoughts she had now as well, that kept her occupied and perplexed at this very idea of emptiness.

What did she mean really?

Thoughts themselves aren’t palpable, but they are there. Perhaps it is the lack of tangibility that she was referring to, with the exception to what she seemed to relive in her memories.

She found that is what she wanted the most.

Something to touch.

It had been something she had been willing to give up before. She sighed, inwardly, at the memory of her foolishness then. She had been asked about it once, by her boyfriend on their second date.

“If you had to choose, which of the five senses would you be the willing to give up?”

She recalled how she had reasoned it to him. No pain when you hurt yourself. No suffering when you come to your end. Julian had gazed at her thoughtfully as he listened, nodding.

She had taken a sip of her tea, which she had ordered and purchased in the cafe they were in.

Julian smirked. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” She replied. “but isn’t it a small price to pay?”

He considered that for a moment, looking through the large windows. “Let’s say it was freezing outside, and you had been walking in the cold. And then you come in here and get your tea. And it feels warm against your hands, and going down once you drink it. You’d give up that sort of comfort?”

She chuckled. “I don’t think if I’d actually feel cold or warm at all without my sense of touch.”

“You’re clever.” His brown eyes twinkled, and he took a sip of his coffee. “Right, that’s possible.”

“Even so…” She continued, “if I didn’t feel it, I’m still getting warm anyway, aren’t I?

Julian agreed, but still seemed to have something on his mind. She didn’t quite remember what he had picked when she asked him the same question, but he had explained the usefulness and beauty in all the senses. We wouldn’t hear music…we wouldn’t smell smoke if there were a fire…we couldn’t see the smiles of those we hold dear…and one word: Chocolate. She then told him she didn’t like chocolate, to which he thought he was insane. They had laughed at that and made easy conversation thereafter.

When he had taken her home, the sun was just beginning to set. He parked the car in the lot in front of her apartment building, watching as she gathered her things to leave.

“Sara.”

She turned to him and his eyes peered into her as he put a warm palm against her cheek. He eased closer and closer and so did she. His lips were soft as he kissed her, and moved slowly, gently against hers.  She felt like world was being reborn around her, and as if she was spinning, yet so still all at once. Julian breathed, stopping suddenly and disorienting her.

Tenderly, he smiled. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

She tried to shake the memory away. The thought of Julian caused her such anguish. Never had she felt so desperate for the comfort that came from sensation. She wanted to feel tears run down her cheeks, the softness of Nemo’s fur, the prickliness of blades of grass between her toes, and the soothing warmth from the sun.  She wanted badly to embrace him and to tell him how much she loved him and missed him and how sorry she was.

But that was not possible.

She was stuck in this state of in-animation. It was only two days before their wedding. She just wanted to go to the florist to see if the flowers were in. Her mother had told her not to go, but she had insisted. She wanted to feel at least a little bit in control of her wedding, even if it was just the flowers. She had thought about going to the Starbucks across the street first and getting a tea. And there is where it happened. As she was taking a right turn, a speeding Honda slammed into her.

Since then, she’s had a lot of time to think about her choices. What if she hadn’t gone to the florist at all? What if she waited to go to Starbucks after her trip the florist? What if she had gone in the evening instead of the morning? She knew that these thoughts were pointless now, but she seemed to realize through the posing of these questions that life is truly made up of our choices.

Our choices, and those of others dictate our fate.

A sort of epiphany consumed Sara for a time. She would have never met Julian if it wasn’t for her choosing to go to their campus’ planetarium on a rainy Tuesday in September two years ago (at least she hoped it was still only two years ago.) Maybe she wouldn’t have even talked with him if she hadn’t brought her Neal deGrasse Tyson book along with her, to which Julian glanced at with interest and proceeded to strike up a conversation about neutrinos. The elaborate thought enveloped her when she realized how her friendships, interests, and career endeavors were all a product of her choices and those by others as well. The idea reminded her of the investigation board used by detectives in crime shows when they use tacks and string to show connections between the victims, subjects, places, and occurrences. Everything that made up her life was beautifully and terribly linked and collaborative.

Now she laid in her gown, she guessed.

On a bed attached to a machine.

A constant, incessant beeping.

Flowers rotting in the corner and Get-Well-Soon balloons deflated.

Nurses and doctors becoming bored in her inertia.

All her choices were connected and brought her to this moment.

She hoped she had not made her last.

 

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