Today is my birthday… and once again, I’m spending it alone, suspended between clouds and silence.
People look at a pilot and see strength, confidence, adventure — but they rarely see the loneliness that comes with living in the sky. 🌤️💛
I’ve carried thousands of souls across continents…
Children rushing home to their parents, lovers running into each other’s arms, families reuniting after years apart.
I’ve watched passengers cry, laugh, sleep, dream — all while I guided them safely through storms and sunsets.
But today, something hit me harder than turbulence:
When this plane lands… there will be no one waiting for me at the gate.
No little arms wrapping around my legs.
No partner smiling, saying, “Happy birthday, love.”
Just my suitcase, my uniform, and another night in a quiet hotel room. ☁️💔My family has become the sky itself — the hum of the engines, the glow of the controls, the passengers who trust me with their lives.
And maybe that’s enough.
Maybe that’s the life I was meant to give.
But still… on a day like this… a simple “happy birthday” could feel like a warm hand on a cold shoulder.
A reminder that someone, somewhere, sees me too. 🙏✨
If you’re reading this, and it isn’t too much to ask…
Just wish me well.
Sometimes, even pilots need a soft landing. 🎂💛✈️