ABOVE THE CLOUDS… A Season of Random Reflections
Necessary Changes
Here I am cruising at thirty-two thousand feet on one of many flights between my home city and a work destination. My trip originally scheduled for this time yesterday was cancelled at the last minute due to inclement weather. A day later, with the sun streaming through the windows of the business class cabin, it is going to take at least an extra half-hour to get to our destination because we have been re-routed. The new route will add an extra two hundred or so miles, but it will get us around weather that is not conducive to safe, comfortable flying. Small price to pay I thought. I just want to get to my destination safely.
Ultimately we will accept changes in our lives, and to our plans, when we realize that we have no viable alternative… and gladly so. I have grown more and more patient with these delays and re-routings from experience. One kinda has no choice but to adapt if one intends to remain in the most healthy state of mind. I bolster my acquired stoicism by telling myself “Safety first!”. Yesterday my flight was cancelled because of bad weather. Today I will get to my destination at least a half hour later because of similar concerns. Ok. Safety first. And besides, what’s an extra half hour or so in the scheme of things.
My Fellow Travellers
It has become quite interesting to stand by and observe some of my fellow travelers’ reactions to these delays and unexpected changes. Some get really discombobulated. To hear them tell it, they have important business that must be attended to as scheduled. Some rant and rave a little, demonstrating that aura of self-importance that they come to be known for; but to no avail. To such persons it matters not what the reason for the change is. Come hail or high water, the airline had better find a way to get them to their destination on time.
The seasoned agent behind the counter will patiently listen, knowing full well that there is not a damn thing that will be done to satisfy the demands of angry, disappointed, unreasonable clients. Maybe a free ticket to a destination of choice? Not today! Just a new itinerary, a facile smirk, and a not so gracious “thanks for your patience and understanding”. “Now go back home, or go find a hotel room till tomorrow!”. Oh hold on, that last sentence is just me thinking out loud. In truthfully unsophisticated terms we all know that “shit happens”; and when that is the case we must all deal with the unpleasant consequences, and adjust our tempers and our plans accordingly. Clean up on aisle life!
Time passes as I drift further and further into my own mindscape… . I recline my seat just enough to maximize my comfort without impinging on the space of the passenger behind me. I am always conscientious about that, unlike those who just recline as far as the seat allows. I must confess my annoyance with people who do that.
Our Fragile Existentialism
The Boeing 737-800 series aircraft shears the wind, eliciting an elongated monotonous whistle as it makes its way across the boundless skies toward my destination. In a conscious effort to relax I take a number of slow deep breaths and find myself going through some of my own reflections on life that may or may not relate to this experience of flying.
It seems to me that the idea that we are free and are therefore ultimately responsible for the choices we make is a philosophical burden that few of us are prepared to assume. In a world in which it is sometimes convenient to believe that “what is to be will be”, we tend to cultivate a certain pathos around the reality that whatever is to be is ultimately up to us. I have come to believe this. Many of us declare and live into a specious pre-determinism that assumes that our course in this life has been set, and there is nothing we can do about it. What is to be, will be. Period.
We can agree that there are some things we have little or no control over in our lives; but our fate and destiny are largely determined by the course that we ourselves set with each decision we make. There are people who will never set foot on an airplane because of their fear of flying. Like bungee jumping, and riding on the latest version of a crazy roller coaster, they just won’t do it. Our most awe-full phobias are fed by one decision after another not to do something… not to take those steps which will ultimately give us power over our irrationality.
In other contexts in our lives we parrot the dogma “practice makes perfect”, but we fail to see its implication for the unlimiting of ourselves with regards to our fears. We are impacted daily by the formative influences of the hands of experience. The constant growth that life nudges us toward is a function of the steps we take to overcome our worries and our fears. Sometimes the nudging of reality is painful and unsettling, but it forces us to look more clearly at the ground around our feet. Those unsettling moments make us look again with more critical eyes at the assumptions in which we have anchored our expectations.
Our fearfulness sabotages every aspect of our existence. It prevents one from asking for a deserved salary increase at the job one has done well for five, six, seven years. It is fear that causes an unhappy spouse not to declare to the world that his or her marriage is a miserable sham that should end. It is fear that keeps us in one place all our lives when there is a world yet unexplored all around us.
The desire to maintain the status quo at the expense of one’s fulfillment demands unreasonable self-sacrifice. We worry about outcomes that may never be because fear breeds irrationality. My existentialism says, if a thing is unreasonable it is wrong. There comes a moment when we are shaken by the need to right the ship of fear filled living.
“Danger Is Real, Fear Is A Choice”
My thoughts go by like wisps of cirrus clouds. A multitude of “what ifs” find their way in and out of my mind despite the protestations of my rationalism. I eventually surrender to the moment, recognizing the reality that there are some possibilities that lay on the heap of fate which are out of my control. I entertain that thought for a moment… and then…
I am taken back to something that Cypher Raige says to his son Kitai in the movie After Earth : “Danger is very real. Fear is always a choice”. I try for a moment to reconfigure the notion… Fear is a response to danger… My reformulation sounds reasonable; it is congruent with what I have heard others conclude. I chose however to stick with Cypher Raige’s dogma… Fear is a choice. Something about this formulation engenders a sense of being in control. I identify with that. The thought appeals to something in the DNA of my personhood so I let it soak in. It fleshes out my existentialism, fragile as it may be.
Little Things That Matter… Or Not
We are twenty-five minutes from landing according to the in-control, well seasoned, reassuring voice of our captain. I hold my head up and briefly look around. The passenger beside me has had a Coca Cola and five or six airplane size bottles of cognac over ice. He will be served as much as he can tolerate; drinks being free in business class. He seems to be in a good mood, gently bobbing his head up and down as he listens to music from his smartphone via a headset with his eyes closed.
As for me, I have given up on my can of ginger ale. It has gone flat. I’d prefer some water anyway, but I am otherwise occupied, and not really thirsty. The passenger across the aisle to my right is typing away on her laptop, much like myself. I don’t think she is documenting her roaming thoughts though. She seems quite focused, maybe a businessperson catching up on work. Who knows, maybe a writer working on her next bestseller.
Often people meet others on these flights and engage in very audible exchanges about work or their other interests, or both. It can be particularly jarring when someone has had too much to drink, or when some guy is trying to impress the lady he is sitting beside whom he has just met, and with whom he must complete certain social transactions before landing.
At the moment I have a certain private transaction that I must complete myself… in the bathroom. I unbuckle my seatbelt and head thereto. It’s less than two minutes later, and I hear that discreet ding which precedes inflight announcements. The flight attendant speaks: “The pilot has turned the seatbelt sign on. Please fasten your seatbelts and return your seats and tray tables to the upright and locked position. If you are moving about the cabin please return to your seat and fasten your seatbelt.”
Grounding Ourselves
The aircraft tilts to one side and then downwards. We had begun our initial descent into our destination. It is still sunny above the clouds.
The journey through the clouds, some of them appearing like mountains, evoke certain latent reflections. No matter how stormy it is below, it is almost certainly calmer above the clouds, especially at thirty two thousand feet. I am brought back to conversations in which we often underline the importance of “taking the high road” when we face certain difficult situations.
The ability to ground ourselves in a robust objectivity in the face of trying circumstances is a most welcome resource; one that we hope will always serve us well. This objectivity enables us to understand the circumstances we face in a way that steadies us when we would otherwise be teetering on the edge of our own precarious subjectivity.
The sound of the landing gear deploying breaks my momentary soliloquy. We will be on the ground in a few minutes, and must now put away all those technologies that could interfere with the aircraft’s safe operation, and our own safety. Safety first! And so we turn our computers off, storing the larger items appropriately.
I look outside, it is still raining. I have barely noticed the difference in the duration of the flight. Time contracts when our minds meld with the sometimes dense matters of living. Those who had fallen asleep now begin to stir as we prepare for landing.
The wheels of the aircraft eventually announce their contact with the runway with their familiar screech, and even the most seasoned flyer breathes a prayerful breath in appreciation of being on terra firma… again.
One Love!
R. A. G.
Roy Alexander Graham
President/CEO, FIGTREE ENTERPRISES, INC.
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