When people discover that I paraglide, the question almost always comes up:
“Aren’t you scared?”
The answer is: I used to be.
I remember my first flights vividly.
Every takeoff felt intimidating.
Every landing made my heart race.
For my first 25 flights, fear was my silent passenger — always there, sitting right beside me in the harness.
Fear of losing control.
Fear of making a mistake.
Fear that I would not be able to follow the instructions given on the radio well enough.
And then one day, something shifted.
I let go.
I let go of the fear.
I let go of the constant need to control everything.
I let go of the belief that not being in control automatically meant danger.
And strangely enough, letting go didn’t make flying more frightening — it made it more peaceful.
At first, it almost felt… wrong.
I remember thinking: Is it normal not to be scared anymore?
Shouldn’t I feel more fear doing something like this?
But what I felt instead was something far more powerful:
Connection.
Alignment.
Presence.
Up in the air, suspended between mountains and sky, I have never felt so deeply connected to myself.
There is an immense trust that takes over.
Trust in my training.
Trust in my instincts.
Trust in my ability to react, adjust, and stay present.
Every movement matters — how I shift my weight, how I read the wind, how I guide the sail above me.
Flying demands focus, but it also gives freedom.
The kind of freedom that is silent.
Expansive.
Almost meditative.
Of course, the fear never disappears completely.
And I wouldn’t want it to.
There is always a tiny bit of fear — the healthy kind.
The kind that keeps you alert.
Respectful of nature.
Aware of your limits.
But it no longer controls me.
Somewhere along my journey, I fell in love:
In love with the sky.
In love with my paraglider.
In love with the version of myself that exists up there.Paragliding has made me appreciate life in a way I didn’t expect.
It’s not just about adrenaline or freedom.
It’s about trust.
Surrender.
Growth.
It’s about understanding that you cannot control everything — and that sometimes, that’s where the magic begins.
I’m still learning every single time I fly.
Learning to become a pilot because I’m still on my training until I pass my practical exam.
Learning from my mistakes.
Learning patience, humility, resilience.
And maybe the most beautiful lesson of all:
Somewhere between takeoff and landing, I started believing that my dreams are truly possible.
Flying showed me that the limits I once believed in were often self-created.
And for that, I am endlessly grateful.
Grateful that I get to live these moments.
Grateful that I get to see the world from above.
Grateful for every magical second in the air.
Because for me, paragliding was never just a sport.
It became a way of understanding life.