fly like a bird (or the closest thing to it)

I’ve had good and bad dreams about this. But there are plans to do the good ones in March (or May, I can’t remember which one right now).

I’m trying to be more realistic and meaningful. In realising accepting that I will never truly fly like a bird, by the use of feathery or other-y like wings, I’ve decided to change focus and dedicate this goal to finding the closest sensation to flying like a bird.

So, I’m giving up on skydive and paraglide and moving their focus here.

...into paragliding. I like the idea of following birds to and through thermals. Maybe I should watch le Peuple Migrateur again for more inspiration.

...in the park across from my office building. Now, people can say what they like about pigeons, but I couldn’t help watching them fly through the air over my head. I started to think there could be worse things to be reincarnated as…at least I could fly.

...I think the closest we can come to flying is skydiving. Ok, you’re not flying, you’re falling. But that’s just semantics when you’re looking for a sensation. Jumping out of a plane, rocketing towards the ground and telling yourself you’re a bird doing a dive bomb could work.

I just watched The Fanstastic 4 last night, and thought of being able to fly came to me like The Tourch. I bet most people dream or have dreamed of being able to do this. I’m looking for the same sensation of freedom from skydiving.