What if life were a plane flight, where would you be?
Me, I’d be seated somewhere in the back, in economy.
My flight number would be 304, my seat, 66B.
I’d have neither an aisle nor a window seat,
There’d be no view outside, nowhere to stretch my feet.
I’d be hemmed in in 66B, but I’d still be excited,
Because no matter the turbulence, discomfort, or uncertainty,
I’d be assured of the guarantee
That whatever awaited me
At the end of my journey
Would be an adventure.
And so, I won’t be pressured about sitting in the center
Of a short term flight,
I’d sit tight
And wait to land.
Where have we come from?
Where do we go?
Even the best and brightest among us don’t know.
We know that we are here,
And in this space that we must share,
We get to choose-
Aisle, Center or Window Seat.
Of course, there’s some of us who’d say,
I’d choose neither, I'd much rather be crammed beneath.
Would that be you?
Would you choose to be tucked in with baggage in the hold of life's plane?
Do you choose to cart around luggage and pain?
I was once like this.
I’ve carried around baggage for years.
In self hate I'd find cover
And every day I'd choose to smother myself
With hurt and anger, depression and fears.
Sometimes I’d go out but find shelter
Under my anxiety umbrella,
I'd drive around with OCD
Because I feared that there’d maybe possibly be
Condescension in someone else’s stares.
I’ve been there with the baggage, so I can say it doesn't pay.
And honestly, I have found it better to choose to stay above chaos and exhaust and disarray.
And so, if life were a journey, I can’t say where mine began,
I can’t say where it’s gonna end,
But I can say I’m gonna enjoy the ride.
I can take control of my life’s camera
I can choose the experiences I want to capture,
And I can delete from my storage unwanted pictures
That obstruct my energy
And cloud my memory
Of pleasant experiences and times and places where I am truly happy.
I can choose to play in my circle of control, genuine and unfiltered,
Glad to be here, otherwise unbothered.
If life were a flight, I know where I’d be.
I’d claim my seat, in economy, number 66B,
And it would be fine by me if I had neither a window nor an aisle seat,
No view outside, no room to stretch my feet
Because I’d have my earplugs and a tray of snacks before me
I’d turn on the TV, find me a good movie
And I’d enjoy every minute of the ride.
And whenever the plane lands, my friends, I'd step outside
And resolve to enjoy every minute then too.
But that's just me.
Tell me, my friends, what about you?
Hi everyone,
I've entered a new challenge hosted in the Blockchain Poets community. The prompt is Uncertainty. Please consider participating. Here's the link with the details.
In this prompt, I chose to focus on life's uncertainty and who I am going to be navigating the future. I believe that though the future is uncertain for all of us, this is a choice we get to make every day, who we will be.
I hope you have a pleasant Sunday, should you participate, I'd love to read your pieces, and I look forward to continuing to interact with you in the days and weeks ahead.
Have a great day. 😊