Out of control

travelling up and down almost every week between southern of Sweden and Stockholm, i'm still a kind of fascinated about flying, about the gigantic mechanical birds, about everything that's going on at the airport.

and observing that inside me there is a fight between Fear "this is not natural being high up in the air" and Wise "why dont you relax because this is sooo much a situation where you really can't influence nothing at all". Excellent exercise of surrendering.

Do you recognize the dialogue?