I secretly dream of flying a helicopter and jumping out of an aeroplane—yes, skydiving, too! Something about the open sky calls to me: the freedom, the thrill, the silence above the chaos.

But here’s the twist—I have a fear of heights.

Strange. I travel by air and sit by the window on flights, and still, the thought of standing on the edge of a cliff or a high balcony makes my legs wobble. And yet, I dream big. I want to pilot a helicopter one day, to feel the rotor blades spin above me, and even take that leap into the sky with a parachute strapped to my back.

Maybe it’s not about being fearless. Perhaps it’s about daring to do what scares you the most—and coming back more substantial, with the wind behind you and the earth far below.