Every time I fly somewhere, my favorite moment is take off. It’s such a rush to watch out the window as the airplane gains speed. Soon the markers on the edge of the runway are indistinguishable blurs as we speed pass them. And finally the plane lifts off and the earth drops away.
It’s in those moments just before and after takeoff, and again at landing when you can most clearly sense the speed at which you’re traveling. Most of a flight is spent so high and far from the ground that it’s difficult to grasp your speed. Out the window, the ground rolls by at a snails pace. The clouds in the distance move similarly slow.
I know we’re moving quickly because I know we’re covering a distance of many miles, yet I don’t feel the speed.
This is very much my experience of the day in and day out of life. I have big goals and big dreams that I’m chasing after. Like the earth from a plane, I don’t feel like I’m advancing on them. All I know is that I keep going…