I haven’t had the pleasure of keying in anything since I got home. Now that I have some time to kill, I thought of jotting down some thoughts that have been lingering my mind for the past few days. Whether it’s because of the jet lag or whatever but it has not left me yet, so. So far, in this year, half-way in nothing has gone my way. And I have followed through my resolution to go with whatever is thrown my way.
I thought for a few days before the flight while packing up, what was this trip for, Lord knows I need these 2 months to accomplish a lot of things. I then came up with, maybe it’s a much needed break to recharge my strength for the remaining months. Maybe it’s for me to stop and smell the roses. Maybe it’s for me to remember my world before my reality now. Maybe it’s to remind myself of who I am. But after hours up in the air, as I looked at my ticket for the next flight, I checked my layover and it dawned on me, this is my layover. Life is taking me somewhere and this is my layover. Like any long-haul flight, the destination is worth the travel, the uncomfortable seats and the tight washroom space. It doesn’t matter the people you encounter on the plane, it doesn’t matter who you’re with, what matters is who you’re getting to. The people waiting for you are the ones who choose you, those who want to see how you are because they really want to know how life is treating you.
Sometimes layovers are memorable too but it’s only what it is, a layover. After all the dashes in life are what matters most. I’m on a long-haul flight to a great destination, or at least to somewhere I love.
-juliet 1835 (Phil.Std Time) 20190715