People are there to fly
and I enjoy observing them
and wondering why on Earth
they would put themselves
through all of this torture?
This is my conclusion:
Because they believe.
Not in religion, not necessarily,
but in something
like that they need to fly
to see a client or a friend
or to visit a new place
or go back to an old place.
They believe they need
to do this or do that
in order to be happy
in order to be successful
in order to find approval
in order to find redemption
or to get rest and relaxation.
I wonder what would happen
if we all stopped believing
and stayed home instead,
if we lost our motivation
because we no longer believed
any of it mattered or anyone cared.
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