Sometimes when I see a plane on the horizon I wonder where its going to and what people are currently doing on that plane.
What are they even thinking? Are they excited? Or are they scared?
Sometimes when I walk around on the streets I wonder what it feels like to be somebody else.
Are they happy? Or are they being eaten alive by their fears and their sorrow?
But most of the time I'm just thankful to be alive.
Thankful to have been granted access to this game called life. Thankful to have been born in a time where everything is possible...Sometimes..