The capes and the cowls

Few people would remember their childhood dreams, let alone still hold it highly in their lives in their teenage years.



When I was a kid, the earliest dream I had was to be a fighter pilot. Amazingly, that is my earliest childhood memory. As a kid, I would read the aircraft books my dad own, dreaming that one day I would take to the skies in my very own fighter aircraft. Till today, secretly, I still dream of becoming a fighter pilot one day. Though I frequently get mocked at for having such a farfetched dream. The century changed, airpower changed, air travel changed. But till today, I still do quietly yearn for my one shot at flying. I know that is something my father would really be proud of. Something he wanted to do but couldn't. Where my dad fail, I wanted badly to succeed and carry his dreams with me to the sky.



As I grew older, other ambitions in life started to hit me. I wanted to be a politician too. When I was a kid in primary school, I thought politics would be something I possibly could do. And yes, that got me more raised eyebrows and laughters.



Sometimes these calls me to question whether these are things worth dreaming about. Most of us draw a common life between dreams and reality very quickly in our lives. Perhaps I have yet to. I am but a silent fool clinging, hoping and praying that one day, I'll make it there. To the end of my race, happy and satisfied at doing what I always wanted to do since my earliest days.



And that is the dream of flight.