Greetings from the hypothetical skies.
I wish I could say I was writing this entry from way above the clouds, flying higher than the imagination could fathom but instead I’m writing from a stool in the crowded airport. I just had the misfortune of witnessing this rather husky fellow with a fat caterpillar of a mustache down his second greasy cheeseburger and follow it with a chocolate shake. Lovely visual, I know. But I digress, he was flipping through the latest Koontz novel as he, like me, waited for the lost plane to touchdown and let us aboard to take us to our destination. We’re going to the same place, live in the same place, and both will have someone waiting for us when we land. We have all this in common, yet we don’t know each other. But this brought me to another thought, people pass in and out of our lives all the time, every day we walk down the street we pass people we will never meet. These people could be our future best friends, rivals, or even soulmates but we would never know unless we reached out to one another. I guess what I’m trying to say is that each person has their own life, goals, and unique stories and that’s it’s up to us to unwrap our set preconceptions about strangers and open our minds to everyone.