I am a passenger of an aircraft on auto pilot

I am a passenger of an aircraft on auto pilot. Surprisingly enough, I manage to get by. But I knew that in any minute, the vessel could crash, and it will take me down with it. One tiny malfunction and it could destroy me.

I am on board a plane I cannot control. All I know is, it's going somewhere. Where that is, I have no idea. So I take the ride while learning to suppress my anxiety. I fake smiles for pictures to send to family and friends; let them know I am okay. I am still alive. I am on my way to a great adventure. Even though by now I'm sure some of them wonders why this flight has taken so long.

Everyday I face battles with my own self because giving in to my own fears will kill me before the plane crashes, or worse, get to a destination.

That's what's keeping me alive.
But that doesn't mean I am alive.