You'll know us by our dreams

Sometimes I wonder what is that thing that drives people mad about flying. It is around those same times when I get reminded how different people are from each other. The possibility of dying from a falling with 230 km/h death, however, doesn't attract me, at all. I wonder if Da Vinci was afraid of heights. Most of his mind-boggling sketches would imply "not". But how could we allow ourselves a judgement of a person based on his/her dreams. Or how could we not?! We sing songs about inspiration and faith. We dance to music about sexual intercourse and hormonal disbalance . We read books about war, death and serial killers, often times filled with eye-watering sympathy and humanity. We go to university just because all smart people do, whereas not all intelligent do. We stray away from politics but are part of it when it's about our rights. We govern our emotional outbursts and others call us "grown-ups". We don't and we know we are. We go to sleep late at night because the darkness hides all the cool stuff that make us awesome. We drink lots of coffee for the sake of freedom and fight , often times, for all the wrong reason. Yet ,we still fight...and that somehow disproves the Chaos factor, that was attached to us. We look forward to gender equality but somewhere in the late hours we thank the Gods we are so different. Some of us dream of flying, some of landing, of having super-powers or being super-humans - And those dreams draw us together because we all believe. Faith is not for the faint-hearted, and most of all - Our Faith doesn't mean we believe in the One God. It means we believe in miracles, we believe in ourselves... Who are we?! - That is a question for some future day to come.