As my tiny plane lifts of this earth, leaving its clingy gravity grip, I feel like a bird speeding towards the lands farther than the farthest. I feel pushed by the breeze sometimes and on occasion the breeze attempts to thwart me. I pursue my destination nonetheless less and often, very often triumph. Nature never grudges me my victories or gloats on its own triumphs. I skirt giant clouds with trepidation, for the power they are capable of unleashing, I go right through smaller less powerful ones. I have developed an uncanny knack of knowing which ones to be scared of and which ones to go through. This knack exists because Mother Nature has over the years of my flying shown me its various hues. Its shown me it cares, it has shown me that it can hurt. When turbulence rocks me, or rain slams against me while flying, I feel Mother Nature is just showing me one more element of itself. Opening one more layer of its beautiful bouquet. Making me realise the joy of being alive. Mother Nature surrounds me, takes me in her lap, while beautifully creating artwork, as a skilful artist creating beautiful sunrises, curvy wonderful clouds and gorgeous sunsets. My plane, my crew and I become a part of this beauty. I am a part of its artistry. That is my greatest achievement as a pilot. Being one with Mother natures’ most volatile element “AIR”. I am blessed to have been a part of it, I have been nurtured by it.
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