When you reach a certain age, You tend to look back at your life The same way you look down At the view from your window seat Thirty thousand feet above the ground.
You see the blueness of the ocean The greeness of the mountains And you marvel at the beauty And feel peace emanating from within you
But then as your plane nears the city You see the unsightly smog hovering over it, The gray waters that surround it Then you get a sinking feeling as the plane descends.
Memories give us the same sense -- Of happiness when we think of the good times, Of loss and sadness when we think of the bad ones. But we can choose to look at the amazing view from our window seat And fasten our seat belt and look straight ahead