When your flaps fail, you don’t crash—you just realize the sky doesn’t owe you anything… but it does charge interest at 3 AM. I used to chase money until my dad whispered: ‘Son, control your descent.’ Now? I chase altitude. No hacks. No apps. Just pure aerodynamic poetry with $500 in my pocket and a 97% RNG doing its job. What’s your unspoken flight dream? Comment below—before the next multiplier spike hits.