If you could fly, would you do it?

If you could fly, would you do it? 

If you had the superpower to put your fist in the air, and be drawn high into the sky, would you do it? If you could fly across town, see your neighborhood from the sky, soar past the highest buildings, and over gorgeous National Parks…would you do it? 

Remember—your hair would get windblown. Your eyes would get dry. Your lips would get chapped. It would be pretty cold. The adrenaline rush would leave you exhausted. Folks on the ground would stare. They’d start to follow you home. The newspapers would be at your door. You wouldn’t get any peace or quiet. 

Your friends would ask for rides. They’s start acting weird around you. People who had never left the ground for more than a second would critique your form. They’d ask why you didn’t fly someplace or another. “If you could have flown there, why didn’t you? Don’t you care?”

You’d yearn for the day before you could fly. How sweet, how normal, how simple it was before you were airborne. You’d wish you never felt the wind beneath your arms, because then you wouldn’t know how amazing it was. You wouldn’t feel guilt for not flying. No one could blame you for merely doing your job and paying your bills. No one would shame you for spending a weekend on the couch, covered by gravity’s gentle weight, pressing you down into the comfort of the cushions. 

If you could fly, knowing all this, would you still do it?