World,
Well. I'm here at the airport, just watching people. Hugging, kissing, holding hands, smiling, running, searching, sleeping, thinking, playing, stressing, worrying, reading, looking over work documents, eating, on their laptops, iphones, and ipods. I see a marine in his fatigues, most likely on his way to Iraq. I'm going to Hobart for business and he's going to Iraq for business. A lot of emotions fly around in an airport. Everybody comes here and brings along everything that they represent. This is diversity at its best. I see people being inspected and the security guards running the detector all around their bodies as if they are being cleansed of suspicion of carrying a weapon. Even though you have no weapon, when you pass through that detector without a hitch, you feel as if you've passed a test and now you're a good person. I'd like to point out the toddler that just walked up to me and slapped the seat to my left while preaching something he really cares about in baby language. His world is perfect. Not a care in the world, other than a dirty diaper. I love this world. It's amazing how similar we all are. We all start and end the same way,. So why can't we see this? I think it's because people try so hard to see what's different rather than what's the same. Someday I wish to change this in some way. Now I just have to figure out how. How do you get 6 Billion+ people to see this? Find a method. Boarding time. Time to fly and get closer to the stars.
Until next time,
Infinitely,
Anonymous.
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