Normally I am not like that. I don't dream up implausible scenerios nor do I believe in hippie slogans. No, I proudly proclaim my cynicism and am happy with it, if such a claim is not slightly oxymoron.

"Why the question? You are so passionate about flying."
Msn could not convey my dismay adequately.

"I thought I would try again but if I fail again this time...."

"If you really wanted to fly, there is always budget airlines" I countered

I don't rightly know why. At that point in time, I was desperately wishing he will be a pilot, he will not fail. He won't.

We hardly spoke during school days. Both of us were unsociable, how we ended up as confidantes is another story, but everyone our year knew how much he wanted to fly.

I want him to fly. I don't know why

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