Every time I take off in a plane I get a rush. I wonder if it will be my last trip ( I know a little morbid). I question if I have lived and loved openly, without restraint or remorse. Making myself available for pain or for happiness is something I must do to know I am authentic. Climbing to 30,000 feet, I see the beauty of nature below. I ask myself if I have given enough to that very nature I adore.
Within the vanities of life and the upgrades to our appearances to fit an ideal, I find a part I can’t identify with. But when I’m lifted into the sky, my fears of aging fade. I’m content simply being in the clouds and being okay with my flaws, inner and outer. My lines are my experiences, each one representing a road I’ve taken.
It’s never about reaching the destination. Rather, it’s a reflection of my integrity, purpose, and whom I choose to share my time with. It opens an inner discussion and provides the insatiable need to do more at the highest elevation.
I highly recommend getting outside, climbing a peak or getting up in the sky, and getting your daily injection of life. We are incredibly fortunate creatures, with the abilities to make people feel good, love better, and amplify beauty. We are beings of desire, and that desire should never be contained. Each of us has an innate gift to share, a story to tell, a suffering that enables us to grow, and a mission to achieve happiness.
What have you done today, this week, or this month, and what will you do this year, to impact a heart—be it yours or someone else’s?
It takes boldness and courage to share some of your spirit, but the immeasurable payoff is that your spirit grows even grander.
The good-hearted people must keep recycling their spirits into the universe.