The little miss and her imagination take flight long before the plane does.
She plants her legs on the airplane window, eyes wide with wonder.
“Papa, my legs are touching the sky!” she shrieks, her joy lighting up the cabin—or at least our corner of it.
I smile. Because, really, why not?
We spend lifetimes chasing the sky, claiming its vastness for ourselves. But if you ever do, remember this young dreamer who got there first—feet up, heart soaring.
There’s something about heights—they fascinate. And more importantly, they teach.
From up in the sky, the mighty river becomes a thin thread, the towering cliffs look like half-eaten cookies, and giant houses shrink into tiny squares.
And suddenly, you see it—boundaries don’t exist. The map is not the territory. The sky doesn’t end, the Earth doesn’t begin—they just merge.
Maybe that’s the perspective we need in life and work. To see everything as part of a larger oneness. To see ourselvesas deeply connected.
When you see the world like that, everything becomes easier—kindness, love, compassion, brotherhood, affection.
So take to the skies. If not in body, at least in mind.
Close your eyes.
Fly.
