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Like stars the lights arrange themselves visible through the small airplane window I watch as they pass by Hundreds and hundreds of glows speeding from underneath me mere whisks across the earth's dark canvas at night Each light a home or building belonging to tens of different lives and stories imaginable from my place in the sky Just like the turn of a page a fleeting flash of thousands of experiences racing across my glass every moment Behind every light could be a family or business someone trying to make their way all with different fears and worries and aspirations It is easy to concur when you are not soaring over cities your issues are the only one's recognizable in the pitch black all others a mere dim fading away behind your blinding light An unlikely expectation to look beyond your own illumination with both feet planted on the ground bounded to a small view of the world But when you are pressed up against a cold airplane window the glass almost as small as the width of your hand yet you feel as if you can grasp entire city blocks in your clutches When in just instances you can witness thousands of lives and stories sparkle through just a single gleam of building lights rushing by you by the hundreds You come to a profound realization Maybe my existence is not as daunting as I thought perhaps my life encompassing all of my heartbreaks and devastation isn't the only one in the world
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
Lights
Like stars the lights arrange themselves visible through the small airplane window I watch as they pass by Hundreds and hundreds of glows speeding from underneath me mere whisks across the earth's dark canvas at night Each light a home or building belonging to tens of different lives and stories imaginable from my place in the sky Just like the turn of a page a fleeting flash of thousands of experiences racing across my glass every moment Behind every light could be a family or business someone trying to make their way all with different fears and worries and aspirations It is easy to concur when you are not soaring over cities your issues are the only one's recognizable in the pitch black all others a mere dim fading away behind your blinding light An unlikely expectation to look beyond your own illumination with both feet planted on the ground bounded to a small view of the world But when you are pressed up against a cold airplane window the glass almost as small as the width of your hand yet you feel as if you can grasp entire city blocks in your clutches When in just instances you can witness thousands of lives and stories sparkle through just a single gleam of building lights rushing by you by the hundreds You come to a profound realization Maybe my existence is not as daunting as I thought perhaps my life encompassing all of my heartbreaks and devastation isn't the only one in the world
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
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