To remember that there are people that can and do pilot those jets regularly, before coming home to their family, gives me a kind of feeling of vertigo and envy

To remember that there are people that can and do pilot those jets regularly, before coming home to their family, gives me a kind of feeling of vertigo and envy, that my life (and the other peasants around me) is flat, onedimensional, boring and meaningless. But soon I forget and resume watching Netflix.