Air Traffic Control

25 10 2024
It’s all up in the air. Or, it was, once upon a short time ago. After a smooth landing, the runway grew short and the transpiration was somewhere, hidden in the transportation until it slid out, a revelation exposed to an upcoming possible ‘what’s next’ moment.

In the early stages of the ‘happening’, wondering what’s next is the inquiry. And the answer is, “how the hell do I know?” No, wait, that’s an answer but “how the hell do I know if it’s the appropriate answer?” Pressurized cabins shouldn’t play games on a normal mind, and that’s assuming mine is normal.

I won’t hop into absent minded conclusions. Not my place. But, nonetheless, or is it, in this instance, nevertheless, it can’t hurt to speculate. Just keeping the expectations within a certain form of reason. Keep the aforementioned speculation to a reasonable level and let the creek find its way to a next larger body of water. Scuba into that, explore and hope the fins stay on.

In preparation, where it all goes it is not my decision to make. It is definitely not supposed to be something for someone that would permit an upcoming move to be what isn’t best in the corazon of the person who has to make the choice. This, naturally, applies in a ‘tomorrow’ scenario. I would expect and accept whatever direction is chosen. I have to, as that is the sincerity of whatever wind vane the zephyr tends to point the arrow. Caring, feeling, adoring is all part of the true compass of passion, even when it is out of realms of emotional control. Yet, placing an ‘if you…’ or a ‘but I…” would only breed some hidden discontent, so the soluble formula is; what do you really want to do? Then, let you do it. It has to be that way.

Unhappy is such a miserable term. It should never apply to another’s decision. Sure, a level of sadness may follow, but, it’s an honest approach, the contentment of others has to carry a great deal of heaviness. Seeing things go a certain way is always the pinnacle of niceties. That doesn’t necessarily represent what actually transpires. Still, allowing it to happen is probably the correct direction indicator.

As a clarifier, it is never about permission. That’s not within the authority of another. To move to where the next section of one’s life is self controlled, self explained is no one else’s business. The one outside the decision has to accept, respect and approve. That’s the role assigned.

Where will it all find a conclusion, be it unidentified for the long term or somewhere along a year by year timeline? Dunno? It would be nice, extending it all for the ‘up to forever or wherever it falls’ future, but it’s okay being pleased with the short term outlook. That it could go longer is the envisions of the other potential participant.

“Whichever way the wind blows,” is overused. Don’t even know who the original author was, and, in truth, don’t really have any concerns about finding out. It has a large note of metaphoric truth to it, but I have to shorten and simplify the meaning to fit the situation. Go with the heart. Better still, go with the hearts. If it isn’t the path you desire, don’t be self centered. The air traffic controller gave us all access to wings for a reason. Departure clearance may be towards some distant island, or it may be held up due to inclement emotion. Yes, we all have preferences. But either way, it’s okay.