I was thinking once that i could fly away and see all the buildings and the people from the sky, which would look like insects running around. Once flying I could not tell what the people had in common, however the trees were all green and the earth in general resembled a grayish landscape. Through my mind the only thing that connected me aside from the simple fact that I could see those tiny people all around the place was the notion that I was alone in the sky. My solitude then started invading every inch of my body, and in a blind attempt to abolish it I asked myself: where is my mind? The answer came about suddenly without the implementation of any analysis, yet reason and logic were crucial to the satisfactory response: my mind is with me. In the earth my mind was somewhere else, not with me, maybe very close to me, but never as close to me as it was in the sky. In the sky there weren’t politics nor arguments; your own mysteries, intuiton, judgement and sentiments ruled the atmosphere. In the sky I was the leader of my memories and my present. In the sky I was the leader not because I was alone, but because I was capable to see everybody from up top. I was not able to win anything in the sky, but as I was flying I was able to convince myself of what the people really needed. Politics are a farse excuse to win power, I said. Leaders are leaders not because they win an election of high remarks, but because they can convince themselves of what is right for the people. My flight was over and it was time to convince the rest of the wonders and the air of change brought about by my travesy through the sky.At that time I was a leader, not a politcian.
