I love traveling. I wonder though, if I love traveling so much, why do I hate being on airplanes so much? I have some unquenchable wanderlust that brutal air travel can’t seem to destroy. It is the confinement to your seat that is required on an airplane. Being forced to remain in your seat. It’s like you are a small child. It does not feel like prison but more like after school detention. “Sit in your seat and think about what you just did. There will be no talking. Just sit there. Don’t don’t don’t. “
Why do I fly America Airlines? It is terrible. Am a glutton for punishment? Or is it a case of the devil you know? Surely not all other carriers are this bad, or are they? In a few weeks I will be on a transatlantic flight to Istanbul on Delta. Seriously considering taking a Xanax and trying to sleep the whole way. Why is flying difficult? The air is conditioned. There is food and drink. I have magazine and movies. Am I just conditioned to complain? Why do I feel so tired after doing nothing? Is the exhausting experience in my seat nothing more than the requirement to arrive at a new location?
I live an incredible life. Yet like everyone else I have some struggles. Is it truly the struggles that make it great? Are we really little lumps of coal that need pressure and heat to produce the diamond that lies within? Is it possible to make a diamond without the crushing heat it normally requires? Why are we hard-wired to avoid the pain that will inevitably produce the best version of ourselves? How come we constantly feel like the pressure will crush us? Is it possible for the pressure to crush us without producing that diamond? Does all struggle produce greatness? Or is it possible to struggle without any reward? If that is not possible why do we not embrace the struggle? Why do we run from it instead of to it? It is possible that we spend our lives running from what would make us great? Is it possible that we don’t know what we want or need?
I need to get off this plane.