We'll start my blog with a poll. If you could either fly or be invisible, which would you be? Defend your answer. Few people are romantic enough to choose flying, so, those of you who do will have a special place in my heart. No pressure though. Sure, there's no end to the practicality of being invisible, but if movies have taught me anything, it's that the people who try to have it all end up with nothing. But, to fly! That's just one thing! We've all had dreams of flapping and taking off like a bird or, like me, flapping and taking off like a helicopter, which sounds awkward, but was actually exhilarating. And people would crowd around me like -remember that 80s movie, The Boy Who Could Fly?- and they'd ask How do you do it? And, honestly, i didn't know how, except by pure will. People chased me in one dream through lush green fields and my feet couldn't carry me any further, so, as I approached a cliff, I just... flew. And I could always fly as long as I could hold my breath and believe in myself (oh man I wanted to avoid saying that, but I can't help my dreams). Anyway, that light-headed feeling as you ascend and the buoyancy of the air, invisible but holding you up, keeping you from death and at the same time giving you the most ecstatic happiness you've ever felt... I wouldn't trade that for all the cheating you can get away with if invisibile. And when you can fly, you have a kind of freedom and independence I can literally only dream about.
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3 comments:
ok, i don't know who you are, but thank you for your comments on my blog about bush. please come back! i definately would be a flyer too. (yes, i thought that b4 you said the special-place-in-your-heart bit.) birds get the big picture! they can see as much or as little as they want, but can soar above the world and see it as a whole rather than just experiencing a bit at a time. ya. that's what i think.
What, are you kidding? Flying. First, there's the practical reasons. You wouldn't need a car mostly, so no more insurance bills, traffic jams, etc. And you would never, ever again have to endure travel on one of those rattling, sterile, dry-aired deathtraps known as airplanes. That's reason enough.
And, then there's the flying. freaking duh.
I would rather fly. There's no question. I would see no point in being invisible. but to fly....oh to fly. to fly into the rain. y'know, those wonderful sun showers when it's raining and sunshining and warm and beautiful. flying on a day like that. watching the earth below you floating away. feeling the wind, feeling the first snow flakes, the first rain drops, the first rays of the sun beating hard upon your flesh as you soar past the birds and the bugs and the clouds. i wonder what it would feel like to fly through a cloud.....mmmm. yes, i would choose to fly.
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