Dreams and aspirations

Little Samantha developed an unabating fascination for airplanes ever since she could speak. Her dream was to fly and be a pilot.

She grew up drawing airplanes, collecting and playing with airplanes toys, and gazing dreamily at the sky. Often she spent hours pretending to be inside the cockpit of one.

Sure enough by the time she reached the age of twenty four, Samantha had become a pilot, and she loved it. Samantha was a happy woman.

Then someday, something happened within her. She began dreaming that she was flying without a plane, gliding freely like a bird, or zipping through space as if she were a shooting star. And the dream felt so real, and so enjoyable.

Suddenly, Samantha lost her enthusiasm for her work. Whenever, she was in the cockpit of a plane, she would be reminded of how incredibly beautiful and magical it was to fly without one. As this was going on, a pandemic of sorts hit the world, as if out of nowhere.

There was no more flying to be had, for a while.

Samantha was sent home and told not to leave it except for emergencies. Then, there was the quarantine. In the beginning, it was hard, but then she got used to it. In fact, she began enjoying her time alone, especially since the dreams of flight were coming to her more frequently, so frequently that she actually was having them while awake.

One day while Samantha was in mid-dream, she opened her eyes, and realized that she could actually fly. She opened the door and took off. To her suprise, she wasn't alone. There were billions of Samantha's joyfully dancing in endless rainbow colored skies.

May the inner Samantha in each and every one of us be awakened.

We are one