Looking up, as I sat drinking the coffee I’d just brewed, I couldn’t help wonder how many people had flown over me and looked down.
We pass each other in multitudes every day yet I suspect few pause to consider each other as they do. While the immediate destinations will be various, the journeys are similar I think. It doesn’t matter who or what we are, essentially we are one people. We all laugh, cry, feel joy and pain. We all want safety and to be loved.
Then it hit me, how fortunate am I that I have the time and security to sit and think like this, so many don’t.