So this week was a school holiday in England, and so I went on holiday with my family to see the rest of my family.
Wow. I said holiday and family too many times in one sentence there.
After a fair amount of arguing with my sister, I was able to secure the window seat on the plane. Okay, maybe you wouldn’t think that was too exciting.
Seeing as it was only an hour’s flight, I was able to keep myself occupied with my new Johanna Basford colouring book (love those things) and the music from my iPod.
The journey there was pretty uneventful: there was a lot of thick clouds obscuring my view, so there wasn’t much to see. A bit disappointing, but it didn’t really matter, seeing as our flight was in the morning.
The flight home was where it really got interesting.
Our flight was scheduled to land at about 10pm, so we came into London just as the clouds were breaking.
And wow, it took my breath away.
The whole city was just laid out in front of me like a picture book, a million twinkling lights stretched out across the horizon as far as the eye can see.
I suppose it was like a reflection of the sky. Each of the different lights meeting and intersecting, together in the vast expanse of space.
And then there was me, sat in a shooting star going at hundreds of miles an hour.
And I just sat there thinking, wow, humans made this. Humans, people. A million individuals coming together to create something spectacular.
Each one of those twinkling lights on the road is its own person, with their own story. Each one of those lights will have their ups and downs, but at that moment they were part of an amazing picture for me and for everyone. I suppose I was a part of someone’s picture too. People would have seen my star streaking across the sky, and I might have made that moment special. I can picture someone havering their first kiss under the stars that night.
I guess everything looks different from the air.
When you look at something so amazing, so awe-inspiring, it just makes your own problems seem a bit trivial. Those things that you were so obsessed by, do they deserve to make you feel rubbish about yourself?
Because you are a part of something special. Something incredible. You exist, in a beautiful, beautiful universe filled with wonderful people.
The human experience is incredible, especially when you’re in a moment like that and you can really, really see, for the first time, what we can do.
The human race may have destroyed a lot of things, but there’s no denying that they can make some things too.
There was this adorable little girl sat behind me, saying, “I’m flying! I wish this could go forever.” That beautiful childhood innocence, that feeling of magic and wonderment, is a joy to watch.
I’m still feeling it.
I’m just going to leave you with a quote from one of my favourite songs,
With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.