There’s one thing that still stirs a deep nervousness in me: getting on an airplane. It isn’t fear born from experience—it’s the unfamiliarity of a journey I’ve never taken. Flying feels like a bold, almost impossible human achievement. It seems as though it shouldn’t exist. Yet, millions do it every day. I know that’s fear speaking, but that’s how it looks to me.

Part of my hesitation comes from an unwillingness to trust the current generation navigating complex machines thousands of feet in the air. It feels like a risk I’m not ready to take. Stories of crashes and planes falling from the sky have become so commonplace that they barely stir public attention anymore. I can’t help but wonder if future incidents will only increase.

So what would it take for me to step onto a plane? Absolute surrender. Not the passive kind. It’s the kind that stretches faith. It challenges long‑held beliefs. It asks me to release control in a way I never have before. I imagine that facing this fear would sharpen my intuition. It would heighten my awareness. It would teach me something profound about trust—both in my inner being and in the unseen forces that guide us.

And afterward, I’d still hope the plane doesn’t crash. LOL. Unless, of course, my awareness had shifted so deeply that I now understood something I never knew before.

Daily writing prompt

What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

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