“You are clear for take-off. Good luck.”
There was a time when I dream to be a pilot — maybe every kid did at least once.
I don’t think I can be one; a bit too late for that now.
But I still dream of a pilot life… travel for work, or work to travel.
It’s not all about the destination, really.
Would it be odd if I tell you that I like travel, as in the journey or trip, more than the end destination itself.
Not that I don’t enjoy the end destination, but I also like the time spend on getting there just as much, if not more.
Does this make sense?
*Hussein Sastranegara Airport, Bandung, Indonesia