Controlled Flight into Terrain

In my struggle to overcome my dysfunctional mood one of the most interesting things that I have discovered is in fact I, and no one else, am essentially in complete control of it. In fact, it turns out my problems are all in my mind!

I am particularly well-read about aircraft disasters. I find it to be a fascinating subject - it is such an educated science, and each new disaster engenders an often obscenely elaborate search for cause, followed by directives and modified procedures, and a continual and gradual reduction of the fatality rate to the point where air travel is orders of magnitude safer than most or all other methods of transportation including not only automobile and rail but also walking, riding an escalator, etc.

But despite the tremendous and relentless progress in aviation safety, there are still and always will be disasters and casualties. And despite all the advances in technology and training and engineering, the most common cause of disaster continues to be one which they refer to as CFIT, i.e. controlled flight into terrain. The pilots lucidly and deliberately steered the ship into the rocks.

I feel like once I really understand that I am flying this thing called my life, that I will realise that I do not need to keep clipping the trees and slamming it into the mountians, that I will finally be able to rise above and soar above the clouds.