Is this what it feels like to be invisible?
There are times in one’s life when one wants to be invisible. And then there are those unthinkable times when one actually is.
What does it feel like to be invisible?
That is a question that crosses my mind as this story of this plane unfolded.
As I close my eyes, I imagine that there I am, in all my glory, looking forward to life, availing all the opportunities that come my way, aspiring to make something of myself and on the verge of achieving what I always dreamt of.
There I am, just starting a new life, a new beginning with the one I love, the one who completes me and inspires me to become a better version of my own self, makes me feel loved and shows me that I am actually capable of loving someone other than myself.
There I am, spent all my life striving to give this part of my own being, a life that they deserve, a life that is better than I ever had, the adoration and care that I did not know existed in me until I had one of my own. I have become selfless.
And there I am in the arms of an angel, the guardian who has been sent down for me, only for my protection. As I lay in her arms, without a care in the world, knowing that all my whims and tantrums will be fulfilled just by whining or crying a bit. The only worry that I have in life at that moment is that I do not want be away from her. She is my life, she is my world.
I am a baby.
This is who I am.
This is me travelling on a flight that will change my destiny or maybe this destiny will change me. I have yet to find out. But what I am sure of is that all this is felt, all this is accounted for, and all this is true.
I am not invisible, I am here and I do exist.
All this is real and this is my story.
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