The tragedy comes fast as we can keep with these days- water and famine, earthquakes and storms, floods and droughts. Everywhere, it seems as people go about their daily lives, unimaginable. And no one will never happen again.
But why does an air accident feel different? Is this because it is how close it is to me to me individually? An Air India flight from my country is flying to London, where I currently live? Is this due to the additional tragedy of crashing in a medical college? Is it the only survivor, which miraculously gone through emergency exit, as if chosen by God? Is this because images and videos are flooded with crying mothers and broken brothers. Instagram is a skin -like color, and the language that rolls with my tongue?
The tragedy wears too much, because like all the tragedies, it is a sheer luck and nothing else that happened to someone else, and not us. He did nothing worth it; We did nothing to spare it. But this is also different.
Whenever you fly, you are in a suspended position of being. However, whatever is simple action, whatever you do, takes on a real feeling – whatever you do. The fact that you are doing it up thousands and thousands of feet high, surrounded by clouds, defying gravity.
You think of many things you are going, or many things that you are leaving behind. You wonder how all this will work with you or without you. To fly, take action to move forward with the purpose. It is an acknowledgment of a world outside its own. This is full of possibility. Dreaming to fly.
And it is how many dreams can come true, which is why stories collide so hard. The husband brings his family back to stay with him; Couple going home in good souls; Cute girls visit their grandmother for their birthday. Dreams within the dream were shattered in seconds.
It is time to remind itself that flight is not just a dream, but a great privilege. It is not only dependent on technical skills and human skills, but also on the mercy of nature and, at least, not on the benevolence of luck. And so there is responsibility with the flight.
How many times have we ignored pilot announcements, or barely seen from our phone while flight attendants have taken us through security briefing? Or how do people run before stopping completely? How many times have we given up our seatbelt as soon as possible, or when we have been asked to straighten our TV screen before leaving a comfortable blanket and landing, we have groaned? How many times have we treated people badly with flight attendants, instead of honoring as high-educated professionals, whose primary responsibility is ensuring our safety, not a cup of tea or masala tea at 35,000 feet?
We will eventually know what is the reason for this terrible tragedy. But whatever series of events caused it, let us think it as a significant turn of how we all fly. Security is an irrefutable priority – only one thing that actually matters. So do not forget this feeling over time.
Because when we lose an airplane, we lose faith in the idea that everything around us will do the same thing as it needs, and that our life will be like, as we will imagine they will imagine. We face the cruel truth that refutes fairy tales and lessons of life that we ourselves tell: our dreams will come true. If we work hard, it is good to do good work.
When we lose an airplane, we should face that there is no method of madness, no divine plan. We lose any feeling of comfort or faith that we are living as we should do. When we lose an airplane, we remember that losing everything in a moment is a different possibility, and we can only pray for those for whom it is now a reality.
A version of this article appeared originally Konde Nast Traveler UK,
