“Sometimes, I dream about flying..It’s like running really-really fast, Like some superhuman..I’m floating, I’m free, I’m safe and then I realize..I am completely alone..”
B’ful lines. Indeed true. People who love flying are often left alone or should I say they want themselves to be left alone? But why? I suppose, the reason is same - no one understands them. But what is that? What is that people actually don’t understand? Like for instance, they often ask me what actually this 'flying' means?
Well, there are at least million answers to this naive question and from those millions I am giving here just (very) few. To me flying symbolizes freedom. ‘Freedom’ is not just a word; it’s a whole complete sentence for me. A sentence that needs no other words to describe itself or a sentence that is complete and has its own meaning, if left alone.
Flying to me is, freeing my mind from this captivated world with full of absurd people. Freeing my mind from all of those mundane thoughts and madness. Good and bad debates, true and false judgments, reasons, logics and arguments. Peace. Flying to me is that taste of freedom, when I find my mind, my thoughts free, when they are not governed, ‘inspired’ or conspired by some other persons, processes or situations; It’s when I am actually ‘me’, I find my freedom. I find my peace.
They say that our soul is free, fair enough, but how on the earth they will ever understand that it’s still captured inside those machine bodies of human beings. To fly, that free soul also needs a free body and a free mind to breathe. That’s when the soul comes alive and that’s when the soul is actually ‘flying’.
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