A Mid-Flight Realization

There is nothing more successful at anything than flying is at making your pettiest problems miniscule, and your biggest problems petty. No other perspective in existance portrays our skyscrapers as the legos that they really are, our mansions as specks, and makes the seemingly monumental things we focus on and deem larger than life everyday - while never even glancing above them - so far below you that you can't see them anymore. The 35,000 feet below me doesn't scare me, it is the realization that there's 35,000 feet more above the existance we absorb ourselves in that baffles me. To fly above it all is to realize how vast everything is, (and how we really don't know what everything even entails) and just how small the things we know are.

How in a universe so incredibly huge, it's the things, the places, and people that don't even physically surpass the first 15 feet of our existance that we grant the power to make and break our lives. It makes everything seem so petty and yet, so priceless. We're all just incredibly resilient ants in an Earth-version of an insect farm. There's so much more to this whole thing than we know.


How can people be so afraid of flying, when everything you have to fear most in the world is 30,000 feet below you? If only people would spend less time looking down upon others and uncontrollable circumstances, and more time simply looking up.