Life is simple from up here; its quiet and calm allows time to slow down. The screen embedded in the seat in front of me says we are travelling at just about 600 miles per hour. I look out the small, oval window and my senses tell me otherwise. It’s like we’re timelessly suspended between heaven and earth. Only the airy drone of the fuselage cutting through the atmosphere keeps us company. The constant, indiscernible chatter of the other passengers, and the smiling flight attendants are the only reminders that time really exists.
On the ground, life is accelerated. Honking, concrete, lights telling you what to do, it all blends together like a smear of charcoal on an artist’s canvas. Always only fifteen minutes to get here, ten minutes to get there, late for that meeting. It’s frustrating waking up one day only to find out ten years has gone by in a blink. The trick is to be fast yet slow like the wind outside the small, oval window: blowing at hundreds of kilometers an hour, yet peaceful and calm.
Well said. :-)
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