I feel sometimes like a guy who's travelling the world by air stopping only at the airports.
He buys a next ticket and continues his voyage.
He's been everywhere and nowhere.
He knows every corner of the world though he hasn't seen nothing.
His journey doesn't make any sense for any reasonable person and he knows it, but he cannot stop.
He gets a bird's-eye view at the countries and the cities. He's curious to learn more about people, different cultures and lifestyles but he's too afraid to leave his comfy airport shelter.
He sleeps and eats in the air.
He almost doesn't remember when and where he's started his journey.
He's sick and tired of it sometimes, but he won't stop. He's still cuirious... a little.., though he knows his journey is unlikely to surprise him ever.
He's life is as lonely as a life can be, though there are always plenty of people around.
Sometimes he wants the plane to crash... oh, so much...

Life is like that journey..

When the engine on our plane from Munich broke down I thought may be it was because I wanted it to...