glass airplane window during golden hour

My goal was to be able to fly freely anywhere with my work, but when I was at an altitude, I felt a fear of everything. Today is my birthday. In numbers my age is increasing, but in a matter of years my life is reduced. I'm scared. The days goes on as time went on, the fear continued to attack, as if my previous dream was to fly, I had to save it. But I'm sure, that's life, experience after experience, knowledge is increasing, age is getting older. I have to fight that fear, because the people around me want a smile from my life.