Learning to fly

A rant of sorts.

I'd always dreamed of flying, but not for the reasons you'd think. You see, I was born without senses. Some people are blind, some people are deaf, but some people like me, well we lack the fundamentals to survive. It's not an easy life, not by any means, but it is a life and so I am greatful. 

I'm not like other people. Some people want nothing more than to end their lives. To die in the face of danger or something that is completely out of their reach, but someone like me? I spend my entire life trying to be normal. Trying with all my might to be exactly like the rest of the world. 

I'd always dreamed of flying. Of falling freely to the ground, of experiencing the rush of air around me and landing on the ground. I realize that this doesn't make a lot of sense, considering it seems like a death wish, but I can't quite understand it. Maybe it's because for so long everyone has told me me I wasn't allowed to do things because of my disablities, or maybe just maybe I'm hoping that doing this, will make me feel. Whatever the reason, I hope I can do it. Because no matter how many times people tell you no, you can do anything in this world, including learning to fly.