Thoughts while flying

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

When the view only brings sadness.

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