One day, some weeks ago, I went to the main office of an airline company in order to facilitate some business deal as part of my minor foray into the travel industry. Walking through hangars, and driving along runways and airplanes made me remember how I really wanted to become a pilot when I was much younger, a dream that I think is common among many young boys. Partly, it was borne out of my early desire to travel and discover places, but largely it was really a fascination with flying. I used to dream of levitation ala Peter Pan, after all. Soon enough, however, I realized I might not be cut out for the profession, as I was, and still am, pretty scared of heights. I think it’s called acrophobia. Sometimes, being defensive, I’d say it’s a qualified case. It’s only open-air heights that I’m scared of (like tall staircases where one can see the ground from the steps), not enclosed spaces like airplanes or top floors of buildings, so I can still make a pilot out of myself, but surely not a Peter Pan. In any case, I thought to myself, I need not be a pilot in order to travel and see the world. Though–the sight of and the prospect of being in the company of flight attendants make me dream about it once in a while.

In other news, if all goes well, I shall be taking an entrance exam in another law school in a month or so. To be honest about it, I’m really enjoying being out of law school right now, but I’m still looking forward to the practice of the legal profession–admittedly not that passionately, but it’s there, somewhere. In any case, I have months to think about it seriously before jumping into law studies once again.