“There are only two emotions in a plane: boredom and terror.” – Orson Welles, actor-director-producer
Puddle-jumper and jumbo jet alike, you’re packed in like sardines encased by fake air, fake food and fake hospitality. Seated cheek-to-cheek, you resume the practiced process of popping gum and punching last minute texts. Amidst a motley crew of complete stranger, you can’t help but wonder why each is traveling on the same skycap cruise and what they’re thinking as you taxi toward takeoff. So what are YOU thinking? Will the turbulence reek tremors in your tightly-wound mind? Will you sit idle and unfazed? As your own “shift” sets in, be it anxiety or apathy, you look for comfort in numbers. But, whether you white-knuckle it or wade through it like a boring movie, the only common denominator in the used-to-be friendly skies is collectively surrendering your “control card” for a fake sense of security. And that, my friends, puts us ALL on the same planet. Whether you leave Earth or not, feeling a loss of control or not caring about having it all -is in every moment of this thing called life. The flight ain’t the deciding factor at hand here; your choosing how to face the journey is.