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Feb 2015
A sunrise it created by broken pieces of light hitting the atmosphere
Igniting the sky with flaming orange, leaving people in awe
I have never seen a sunset quite like the one I've seen today
Approximately 39,000 feet in the air and finally I see it
Painting over black and navy blue with warmer colors
Burying the darkness in something more hopeful
I think about my plane ticket
I know, this is odd to think about when looking at something beautiful
But I think it is important to remind yourself on how I got here
It is only a slip of paper, it holds a date, a name, a seat number, a destination, a departure time
But it does not talk about what you will experience
A plane ticket is only the introduction to the show
The ticket does not promise safety or a sunset or a sunrise
The ticket does not tell you who you will sit next to
The ticket is all of the general information, it is the instructions
It is all taken by chance, the ticket is only the stepping off point
I encourage you to think of your life like this
Do not skip the plane ride because of fear or uncertainty
Because you could miss one of the most beautiful views of all
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