Fear the Crash or Enjoy the Flight

We all booked our tickets in advance.
Each ticket individual.
Separate.
We boarded the plane with apprehension.
It scared us, but we got on.
Each of us individual.
Alone.
The luggage stowed. The seatbelts buckled.
Take off.
We braced ourselves for the rush of what was coming. It was scary, but exhilarating.
Each of us took the event individually, unknowingly the members of a larger body.
We remained separate.
Cruising altitude reached.
We talk together. We bond.
Always awkward at first, but then becoming comfortable.
Then enjoyable.
Each of us finally began to recognize that we are on this ride together.
One body.
The seatbelt sign turns off.
We were free to move about the cabin.
Each of us got closer and closer to one another.
Unified.
We enjoyed the perfect white fluffy clouds and the grey storm clouds as well.
We weathered it all.

Now problems arise in the cockpit.
We are going down.
Each of us took the news differently, but it is real and we all are affected it.
Together.
We have to make a decision.
Fear the crash or enjoy the flight.
We choose to enjoy.
Chaos goes on around us, but we don't care.
We'll play dice and Wii until the impact.
Each of us has a different fear, but we support each other.
Love.
We are all going down together and that is OK.
The plane is going down and we ignore the pain.
This is living.

But it is not over yet.
We will hijack this plane.
We are not going down without a fight.