What’s the longest flight you’ve ever taken?
Several hours? Perhaps a day or so?
How did you feel at the end of that flight? I mean, both physically and mentally. Were you fresh? Did you feel alive?
No. Of course not.
You were totally exhausted. Completely spent. When the plane finally landed, all you could think about was getting off that airplane, going outside, moving around a little, and stretching your legs. Getting home, where you could go on with living, probably became an obsession.
We tolerate being trapped inside what amounts to a small room for several hours at a time because we know the annoyances of modern air travel will eventually end. We know the discomfort of not being able to move around is only a temporary condition. We know the lousy food, cramped atmosphere, and unhealthy surroundings will last only a limited time before we’re able to run free and enjoy all that’s out there in the world, meant to be savored.Read More