Our Wings

The date was set. Our aluminium wings were set to fly and we needed to prepare for take-off. We methodically gathered our treasured belongings and neatly packed it into our trusty travel bags. Looking at our organized heaps of clothing, we wondered what deserved to go with and what deserved to stay behind. Our hearts felt heavy like bricks were weighing them down. Leaving meant leaving our families behind, it meant missing out on never-to-be-repeated moments. Jetting off to somewhere new has limitless possibilities- golden good or blackish bad. One would just have to rise and fall with these ups and downs and remember to accelerate through the bumpy turbulence.

Why do we leave? Why do we sacrifice those precious one-snap photo moments? We leave in search of exploring the world from a bird’s eye view, to see how the land layers itself across the mountains and deserts; to see how the ocean demands its presence as it powerfully sits like a King across the distance. We leave to witness different cultures and religions and how those people perceive the mysteries of the world. We left to grow our gold so that we can plan for a better future which includes us in these exclusives so that we can be home for as long as the Almighty grants.

When we arrived on distant dirt, we thought that zero expectations meant no disappointments, right? Wrong. Even without any expectations, humans have this subconscious way of encoding things in their busy brains which ultimately have dozens of expectations. With expectations, it can either come with a sigh of elation or frustration.  This air pocket in the travel plan seems depressively out of place. Nothing seems as it should be, the way it was promised on one’s home’s soil. Accelerating as we built momentum, our wings were shaky and our seat belt was firmly in place.

Communicating through sound waves via trusty Skype allows relief from foreign troubles. This only occurs through soft love and support and less harsh instruction and sarcasm. These sound waves and videos allow us to soar between clouds; it allows us to fly freely and be ourselves high above sea level. We’ll share our moments of energized excitement, rusty stress and gloomy sadness. Don’t worry, our wings will always naturally climb, always move with the force of the wind, we will always find our way to our desired destination, God-willing.

The seat belt sign is illuminated for now as we are passing through troubling wind speeds. Our carbon fiber wings move steadily right and then…left. The powerful engines beneath our wings force out the pressure to propel us forward. After a while a silky voice says that strong winds are behind us and we can admire the fluffy clouds outside the small glasses. The glorious sun is about to shyly open its eyes. Our white wings prepare to land, it prepares to slow down and take a deep breath in to bring us to a gradual stop. The sun yawns as it stretches its rays across the awesome sky and we begin our new adventure. Our titanium wings have been pushed and they have been weathered through the changing sky. Our engines are checked on the gravel ground and we are ready for take-off, we are ready to persevere through the turbulence.