If only there is a school in the world that offers “human flying” as a bachelor’s degree, then:

I could be among those who would exchange the comforts of life for a slot in the Flying Academy;

I could be among those who would challenge the theoretical underpinnings of mathematics and physics even if I loathe them;

I could be among those who would learn to love one’s phobia of height and braved the scorching heat of daylight to accomplish the sky-flying exercises with soaring colors; and

I could be among those who would rather contain one’s longing for release when nature calls so I could fly far more hours than my compatriots.