Same Ground, Different Journeys

From my window, the small plane sits quietly on the tarmac. Side by side, yet worlds apart. Mine is bigger, his is smaller. And for a second, I almost dismiss it.

But then, I remind myself—size is just perspective.

This seat is mine for this journey. That plane is his. One isn’t better than the other, just different.

Because in the end, it’s not about the perch, it’s about the flight.

And once we take off, the sky doesn’t care how big the plane is.