21/11/2025
Unable to simply let go?
There is a strange and lonely weight that settles on the shoulders of a fearful flyer.
No one speaks of it, and no one teaches you its name.
But you know it.
You’ve been carrying it for years.
It is the belief, half-buried, half-denied, that the safety of the aircraft rests, in some mysterious way, upon you.
Your vigilance.
Your tension.
Your refusal to rest.
As if your suffering were the final thin thread holding this great machine in the sky.
And there you sit, surrounded by hundreds of strangers who have no idea that you, quiet and trembling in your seat, are the one keeping watch for them all.
You do not dare to close your eyes.
You do not dare to soften.
For you have convinced yourself that your fear is a kind of duty, a private covenant with survival.
Baldwin once wrote that “people who cannot suffer can never grow.”
But there is another truth, equally fierce:
People who believe their suffering is required will never be free.
That is the tragedy of this burden.
It is noble in its intention and merciless in its consequence.
You have mistaken vigilance for virtue, tension for responsibility, fear for guardianship.
You have forgotten that there are professionals, engineers, pilots, crews, whose lives have been shaped by a devotion to this craft far deeper than your dread.
Their attention does not waver because it is not built on fear.
It is built on mastery.
And you. You were never meant to be the guardian of the sky.
When you finally understand that the plane flies whether you suffer or not, whether your shoulders are tight or your mind is racing or your heart is breaking, something extraordinary happens.
The weight slides from your body.
The sky opens.
And you realise that letting go is not negligence.
It is liberation.
It is the profound and private act of returning your life to yourself.
Only then can the journey begin.