life is a series of arrivals and departures

Have you ever sat at the airport’s waiting area, noticing people around you? Have you ever plugged off your earphone, listening thoroughly to the airplane engine sound instead? If you’re like common people, you may let those simple moments pass. You may choose to get yourself a two dollars chocolate cookie at 7-Eleven, then excitedly pronounce ‘mah-key-ah-toh!’ while ordering a cup of hot Caramel Macchiato at Starbucks or sitting in a corner at the bookstore, over having a short contemplation and watching the world around you. I am not saying I am not like common people, but you may have met or befriend someone who sees things in detailed view and loves to contemplate or meditate, no?

It was almost two years ago since I found a crumpled piece of paper at the airport while waiting for a delayed flight. Yes, it bored the hell out of me. But a minute later, I was like a child with a new toy! I found that observing things and people around me was the only thing I loved to do there, at the airport. I wrote nearly everything I saw as I suddenly bumped into a David Walliams’ quote: “All human life can be found in an airport.” Yes, indeed. So….to make long story short, this is what I wrote on that crumpled piece of paper that summed every little thing up I watched at the airport:

Having this, I know I won’t find this kind of ambiance anywhere else, where all feelings mixed in one big room.

Having this, all voices start to fade and become background noise.

To New York, to Rome, to Denpasar, it doesn’t matter since I start to see that they are all the same…

They are taking off. Somebody is left. Somebody is crying. They are touching. Somebody is there waiting. Life is a series of arrivals and departures.

Three hours later…

Fly, fly fly. The sky had been taking most of my time those days. Wanderlust, wanderlust. Because the next thing I knew for sure that time: I would be among the clouds again.

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(images: airport waiting room; clouds)