From 30,000 feet in the air and rising higher every minute, I watched the world below me grow smaller. I’d flown before, but somehow watching the highways and lakes below me shrink to the size of Polly Pockets make it feel new. As though I’d never watched the world from this perspective before.
I watched the cars making their way down twisting highways that went on for miles, and I wondered which of them were going home, and which were running away from home. I watched the lake that couldn’t have been more than a mile from the house in front of it, and wondered whether there was a teenage girl in that home who took her solace at that lake, because I know I would have. I watched the football and baseball fields at the high schools below me, and thought of all the seniors who just graduated and are getting ready to leave everything they’ve ever known to start over at college. I wondered whether they were excited, like I was, or terrified. I thought of all the babies being born, and the 14-year-olds falling in love for the first time. I imagined the old married couples who had been together for 50 years, and the young lovers planning their wedding day.
And I couldn’t help but think how amazingly endless humanity is. How many possibilities there were on the ground below me, and how many incredible journeys we’ve yet to make.
Chbosky was right – we are infinite.