Come Fly Away
From time to time I get to thinking how lovely it would be to simply drop everything that currently exists in my life and just pull up roots and relocate some place else. The feeling is most unsettling really, like a nagging yellowing bruise that still aches when you press it. And invariably you do (press it) because you just can’t help yourself!
There’s something approaching stupidity that makes us do that, whether consciously or not. It’s a strange sensation, sort of like sweet and sour, something that you just have to feel to understand. Do you know what I mean? While I’m in this feeling I get so restless. There’s a certain disquiet that’s nerve-racking for a while before I get to the place when the dust settles.
The dust settling is not a loud sort of affair, more your cloak descending type of thing. More subtle I suppose. The thing about this whole scenario these days is that my mind wants to smell the freedom of that plain again but my feet remain anchored in the everydayness that has its rewards, rewards that feel somewhat smaller as the years go by. I think maybe it just feels that way because I’m bigger.
It’s like revisiting a childhood home that felt to all intents and purposes like a castle but when you return years later you wonder how on earth your family fit in it, it seems so doll-house like. In any case, I tend to ride the feeling out these days and eventually it does go away. I find that an equally disturbing thought really, I can’t explain why exactly but it is.
Worrying about it seems senseless so I don’t but there’s just enough of a lingering uncomfortability with riding out that feeling that I’m satisfied I won’t become entirely stuck-in-the mud or worse, never wish to leave for open skies again.
I wonder how many among us have lost the feeling in their hearts and settled for the quiet lull into comfortability. Was that when the rot set in do you think? When they forgot that dreaming about flying was as important as actually flying.
I hope I never get that comfortable! But then, we never really know whether we’ll succumb or not do we? Or when? I suppose vigilance is the key, what do you think?
