The Third Letter From The Hot Air Ballooner

(If you haven’t read the previous letters, you can do so here: first, second.)

My dear friend,

I couldn’t sleep well last night. I’m being eaten alive by fear. What if someone below holed my air balloon with a rifle? What if an airplane T-boned my hot air balloon? What if the air balloon’s machinery broke down mid-flight, and I had to haplessly swim in the tumultuous ocean below me? Oh my!

My mind keeps on creating fearful imaginings of what might happen. Fear, anxiety, and paranoia is my constant companion, and it’s making me not enjoying this trip as much. If I arrived at the pinnacle of the Himalayas in fear, did I really win?

—The Hot Air Ballooner