MY PAPER PLANE FLIGHTS

I do not see the distant horizons that vex you. I do not care about what’s beyond them. I do not wish to see what’s unseen. I fly like a paper plane. I move in this journey like slipping through the layers of air. My small flights cover tiny spaces. I fly, I fall, I rise and restart but not with any bigger and lofty aims that rise out of remorse from the fall. I fly for the mere blissfulness of my journey.
I care not about the unending blue sky, an unending realm that shows me nothing but the uncertainties. As my paper plane covers the tiny lengths it paints the murky spaces with the colors of its own.
I may smile at you and applaud your swiftness as you pass by, rushing for the undefined. But I fly not in marked directions but with this delightful air that takes me with it. Your preset aims may stop your journey but my achievements do not compel me to stop forever and bask in the glory of the self-glorified aims. I laugh at your desperation to see what’s unseen. You leave a wide world pass unnoticed from the corners of your eyes as you rush towards ….. you know not where.