Transit

As I write this, I am flying 20,000 feet above Kansas. It’s a warm, sunny day (Read: A blessing) and as I prop my legs against the seat board with a book in my hand (Thank you, Nina), life with all its imperfections, feels perfect. Not because I am going to California or because I am meeting my best friends after 10 months(THAT), but because I, for once feel like this is my happy place – exactly where I'm meant to be – flying above a blanket of clouds, driving by lush green plains and poppy fields, zooming past a mountain trail, or sometimes even taking the shuttle to school?

On the move, bags packed, tags tied, seat belts fastened, sceneries around me and sunlight on my face. The rush, the inertia, the fast paced walk and curious eyes that seem to absorb all the stimuli around. Knowing that I'm on my way to someplace. It’s in that moment where I’m really in the present. Not thinking about anything and just being myself. Crying babies, reunited couples, dozing grandpas. It all feels so raw and real! Traveling brings out human behavior in its truest form, I think. Sweatpants and flip-flops – zero pretentiousness.

Life is a journey and probably that is why traveling brings you to your most innately natural state. Because you know that the journey has a start and an end, everything in the middle is valued so much! It feels like in that one journey, you lived a little life.

I’m going to go back to my book now and then probably take a nap!
Ah, the good life.

Just wanted you to know that:

My soul smiles when I'm in transit! :)