Everytime the plane takes off or start its descent.
Everytime the bus speeds along a mountain trail, next to sheer cliffs
and takes a sudden turn round the bend.
Everytime the boat gets bumped by winds and waves unceasingly.
I just channel my inner Arya and say “Not Today..”
I like travelling, but I often stress myself out at the thought of sailing, flying.. It’s mighty scary when you know you can’t swim and you know you don’t have wings.
