The stories we tell ourselves—about who we are, about others, about the world—can feel absolute. Until we stand in another land, under another flag.

Perspective shifts. Assumptions blur. Differences exist, but so do unexpected similarities.

And then, a simple truth emerges—the skies of the world are all blue. Borders may divide, but above us, the sky has no lines.

Sometimes, all it takes to rethink the stories we hold is standing somewhere new.