Where do I start about today?

Is it appropriate to go back to my earliest recollections where, as a child I looked on in fascination at the aircraft operating overhead? Do I describe in infinite and painful (to others) detail how my passion for flying though experiencing phases where it was all but repressed has brought me to typing this entry?

No.

What has happened to me today is so much more. Today was at once a culmination of a life time’s worth of dreaming and near empty wanting and at the same time my first completed steps into a whole new world of experience and opportunity.

You see ladies and gents today I earned the right to wear my first set of pilot’s wings. At this point words fail me in an attempt to describe what exactly is going through my mind. I have survived spinning, I have conquered fears and I am learning to master myself. And again today was so much more than that.

What does one say in a situation like this?

I really can’t explain to you why I feel vindicated at receiving my wings. It’s not as if that only now that I have them I can fly. It’s not as if they make me in any was superior to normal people.

So what is it??

I think, it is because now that I have my wings I can say to myself,

 

“Well done. You did it.”

And at the end of the day it’s the best thing in the world.

Damian’s wings