Looking out the airplane window I reflect on my life - where I've been, not just on this trip, but on my whole life journey. The highs and lows, the ebbs and flows, the certainties and surprises - quite a few of those that's for sure. Things in my control and other things way out of my control, despite my best efforts.
Flying is one of those out of control times. You step aboard and place your life quite literally in the hands of a stranger. You turn your phone off, automatically removing yourself from what has become your daily way of life. Hence the time to reflect I guess. I'm reminded of a comedian once who said flying alone always led to an urge to cry. I'm relieved it's not just me who feels that way. Looking around the plane though I'm not sure that my fellow passengers are feeling that way - maybe like me they've learnt to hide it.
I reflect on when might be the next time I fly - where might it be? Will it be for work or just for fun? What will have changed in my life by then? What will be the same? Will things I want to change be the things that have changed?
There's something still exhilarating after many flights about being above the whole entire world, looking down and wondering whats' going on below. There's something calming about being out of touch with reality for a while - to disconnect, to refresh and to think without much interruption.
Perhaps the real contemporary life challenge might be to find other places to do this - you can't board a plane and rise above the world everyday after all!