Flight stress: A look at responsibility
Conrad, I always suspected that the burden of your work would eventually weigh you down. How long have you been in heaven? Maybe ten years, or more? But who counts the time before the intensity of the experience?
The beauty of the landscape: A mother naturae to rest the soul
Looking towards those impressive skyscrapers on the horizon, I wonder how many of them rise against the sky. About five hundred? Maybe more? The sea, on the other hand, presents a superficial calm, reflecting a serene day. The sky, in a splendid blue, without clouds, reminds us that, despite the turbulences of life, the world continues to turn.
The bitter truth of our existence
Forgive my poetic inclination, Conrad, but it is necessary to align with reality. There are millions of conscientious people who could take your position without much difficulty. Your exceptionality is not as unique as we might have you believe. You’re certainly competent, but the truth is, with a little effort, there could be ten others who could do your job this very afternoon.
Accepting the cycle: A legacy of effectiveness
What you have contributed is significant, however, the system has a way of moving on, replacing those who have left their mark. This is not a failure, but a testament to the magnitude of this structure that we have built together. You are already part of the narrative, even if anonymously.
A pragmatic farewell: Looking ahead
Now it’s time to disconnect, Conrad. You have to give up your position, get off the plane and go home. The time has come to accept it. Let’s not complicate things. When the damage is already irreversible, it is difficult to find solutions. It is an inevitable fact.
Final reflections: A look at the ephemeral
Dramatic endings can be emotional, but they are not what we are looking for. The masses prefer to see a happy picture, with smiles and visible achievements. Remember that we will all get off the plane with nothing changed. The flight will follow its planned course, and the people will reach their homes unharmed. Reflect on the ants; it’s the little realities of life that really count.
