paper airplanes

i think of my life as a paper airplane that was folded before i was born...
it sounds pretty good, like a workable analogy, but what value does the analogy have? It could simply be an aid to understanding; but, unfortunately, like most analogy it brings only a superficial level of understanding that collapses under scrutiny or use, leaving me even less secure in any usable knowledge than before i started to think about it. Undaunted, I am going to keep trying...
i think of my life as a paper airplane that i fold, and launch, and improve with redesign at the beginning of each new day...
i think of my life as a paper airplane that is mine to fold with the choices i make in my life to prepare for a glorious afterlife of flight with my God...
i think about how useless all this thinking is...and then,
i think about the time my dad showed me how to make a paper airplane, a good one, i remember it, the folds, the time he spent, i remember the day, it was beautiful, and will always remain...
i think of my life as an opportunity to make a paper airplane for someone else...