Flight

Flight

If I was given the chance for a super power, it would be one of three choices.  The first would be to speak and understand any language possible.  Cause in my own lame words: it would be cool.  The third would be something to do with teleportation.  Cause let’s be honest, it would be awesome to blink between here and there in a single macrosecond.  Or second.  Or something of the like.

But my number two pick would be having wings and flying.  Like, legit wings sprouting from my back and flying about.  There’s always been something fascinating about that to me, the act of flying through the air.  If you look at some of my work, I’ve got this fascination in flight that’s been repeated over and over again.

One of my earliest stories that I remember writing was based around flight.  It had to be like the fourth or fifth story I had created, but at least the third long-form story I had written.  It had to do with these kids whom had skateboards which were really hover boards which could fly hundreds of feet into the air.  And the main character had to deal with being the new leader of this group of kids and running this gang which had been in the town for generations.  It was pretty cool, now that I think about it.  I would do things differently, but for what it was at the time it was easily one of my favorite works.

Though that’s like saying that I have a favorite child, but I’m getting off topic.

Flight, right.  It’s one of those things which has fascinated me.  I’m repeating myself but the simple thought of soaring through the air, moving about on my own accord, is inherently beautiful to me.  And now that I think about it, flying and teleporting and understanding different languages all have to do with this theme of travel.  Perhaps I have a spark of wanderlust in me.  Or wonderlust.  I have a keen urge to wonder and to get lost within it, as much as the wanderlust in me wants to travel and get lost in whichever land I fall upon.

It all has to do with spreading my wings and flying, I think.  It has to be with the whole leaving the nest analogy and the learning to be on my own.  And since I’m not a literal bird and I can’t fly off like I so wish, I guess the next best thing is for my own imagination to take the lead and let my mind wander and my mind wonder about the things I could be or the things I could do.

It gives me an idea for another story.  Of course it would give me an idea for another story.  I always have ideas for stories up in there, and each one wants attention.  Perhaps I’ll come out with another story, perhaps I won’t.

I don’t know.