The Last Flight

by Julie Clark

But if only is a useless question, a spotlight shining on an empty stage, illuminating what never was, and never will be.

This is so well written and relatable.

“You know, life is long. Lots of things can go wrong and still end up all right.”

The world was filled with people who carried secrets. No one was who they seemed to be.

because the truth is always visible somehow.

Are we who we say we are, or do we become the person others see? Do they define us by what we choose to show them, or what they see despite our best attempts to conceal it?

This is something I always wondered. It's such a scary thing to think about because no one sees you how you see yourself and we are so easy to shift our thoughts or ideas depending on the rest of the world. How would we know who we TRULY are?