I went to a church fair kinda thing yesterday with one of my very best friends, Monica. It was super fun! We took weird selfies and sent them to my boyfriend, had too much sugar, and debated about whether or not to tell the girl standing in front of us about the bug on her back.
We waited in an eternal line to go on the ferris wheel. When we got on it, we found out that it was a lot higher than we thought. But once we got over the tiny bit of fear of heights, it was so worth it. It felt like you were flying! It was amazing to be able to look down at all the lights and the people. It’s such a weird sensation to look down at the world as it continues to live.
Why do we like flying so much? Seriously, people do so many things to get above the clouds. Why? My favorite explanation is a JRR Tolkien quote about fairy tales.
He said, “I have claimed that escape is one of the main functions of fairy-stories, and since I do not disapprove of them, it is plain that I do not accept the tone of scorn or pity with which ‘escape’ is now so often used. Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers and prison walls?”
Replace “fairy-stories” with “flying” and perhaps we have our answer. Is escape the reason we love flying? Or is it just a mindless pastime we enjoy?
I guess that’s up to you.
A penny for your thoughts,