That’s why I left everything and flew away.
For months I thought it was cowardice.
That he was fleeing.
I had a stable job.
And a life that many would sign up for without hesitation.
But something inside me shrank every Monday.
Each meeting.
Every time I looked in the mirror and said to myself,
“This isn’t for me.”
It wasn’t fear.
It was intuition.
An inner voice that didn’t shout, but insisted.
Again and again:
“This isn’t for you.”
I denied it many times.
I covered it up with obligations, with “it is what it is”, with “you’re old enough to change”.
But one day, flying to Rome for work,
I saw her.
A flight attendant who spoke five languages,
She smiled with her eyes
and he seemed to have been born to be up there.
I was envious.
The good kind.
The kind that itches inside and pushes you.
That night at the hotel, I knew.
I didn’t want to keep fitting into a life that wasn’t mine.
I wanted to start another one.
In the air.
With purpose.
And I’m not going to lie to you:
It made me dizzy.
But I went for it.
I trained.
I learned from scratch.
I reinvented myself.
And today I’m not just flying.
Today I feel that every time I put on my uniform,
I am being true to who I always was inside.
Even though it has taken me years to listen to myself.