I flew up as far as I could while still being able to breathe, the sky darkened to infinite space, and I lay horizontal and let myself fall back down to earth. Before landing in the trees of a forest I caught myself and flew in the direction of the city in which I live. Speeding up until I was too fast to see I quickly stopped in an alley near the center of town, then walked out to the sidewalk.
I cannot tell you how frustrating it is to have this gift and not be able to let others see me flying. I have to drive and walk like everyone else when instead I could be travelling near the speed of light. There are so many wonderful things I could do with this ability if only others would accept it. If I were to make it known there would be envy, panic and potentially anarchy when people heard someone had this power and they would certainly speculate that other superpowers were on the way. “We can’t allow this,” they would say and governments would be roused to action against myself and whoever else had supernatural abilities. The scenario has been played out in dozens if not hundreds of movies and shows. No, I must keep my flying a secret for as long as possible. I imagine other powered individuals are doing the same.
The ability comes from deep within me, the most central, personal regions of my heart. Only by the light within can I overcome gravity, because the very same light has overcome all things. What staggering extents of self-control I’ve gone to so that nobody would learn of my amazing gift. Right now I yearn to fly, yet someone somewhere would likely catch a glimpse of me, record video on their phone, and alert the media of my existence. No one should have this gift without the freedom to fly anywhere they want at any time they please. I’m sorry. You must think me the most selfish person in creation, whining about my supreme gift. I can’t help it, I cannot help myself. Someday soon I shall break under pressure and reveal my secret to the world, but that day is not today. For the sake of other powered people who have somehow evaded discovery I must do the same.
Anyway, people fascinate me. I long for a family, for I have none. I long for friends, but I cannot keep them. A friend is someone who knows you well and I do not like getting that close to others. Privacy is important to me, do you hear that? Okay, you will not betray my trust and repeat what I’ve told you. No one would believe you if you did. The other day a woman said the most extraordinary thing to me. I was in the greeting card section of a store reading through the cards when a woman approached me holding one. She had a smile on her face the size of Alaska as she pointed to the cover of the card and read it aloud, “Everlasting Love.” It wasn’t what she said it was how she said it that made an impression on me. For a moment I felt as though the lady made the card come true, like everlasting love flooded into me all at once and showed me the way to heaven. “Everlasting love,” I’ve been repeating since then. That is the point of all this, isn’t it? The meaning of life? If it isn’t then what are we even doing here? Sometimes when I start to grow bored or weary things like that will happen and transform my perspective.
Ever since I was young I’ve felt unwelcome around other people. No matter where I go I feel like no one wants me there, like I’m trespassing on private property with malicious intentions. The opposite is true. Wherever I am I dared to go there with benevolent intentions. Perhaps my destiny is to break through into the great beyond where everyone feels at home with each other and all are welcome. Why else would I have been granted the magnificent capacity to elevate myself and blaze across the sky? Perhaps God did this so that I might humble myself before He humbles me, or worse. Whatever the case, I am seldom comfortable around other people despite my efforts to relate.
I spoke of my family earlier, they are essential pieces of the puzzle of my life. I love them of course but time and circumstance have separated us. The best I can do is pray for them and wish them the best. Family is no doubt vital to the great mystery of life, and our enemies will be members of our own households. Love your enemies, love your neighbor as yourself. I could quote scripture all day, but to live by it is the real challenge. If I can take to the sky and move freely among the clouds I should be able to spend time with my siblings, my nieces and nephews, and my parents, and call myself their brother, their uncle, and their son. They might help me unravel part of the mystery and climb higher than my wings can take me, or perhaps humble me further to where I belong. For clarification I do not know whether or not I have wings. Anything is possible. Well, I am done for now. Until next time.
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