Watching the world pass by

I have always had a thing for flying. The first thing that hooked me as a young girl was the free drinks though; soda was always a rarity at my house so to have someone come buy and offer me a 'free' soda of my choice, of course I was going to be into it! But now as I fly over southern Washington on my way home from my cousin Taylor's wedding, in realizing what a truly love is watching the world go by beneath me. Exploring the world from a bird's eye view. I'm realizing now that I don't read or sleep, but I stare. Stare and wonder at the landscape that is creeping by below me and the people who inhabit these places. This is their life, so different from mine. To see these bug like vehicles going on their sweet little way carrying such precious and unique cargo. I like to think about the endless variations of this life and where all these tiny people below me have been taken by their individual path. 

Flying always seems to end up being a time of deep thinking for me as well as marveling over not just the individuals I this world but also the incredible landscape. The variety this world has to offer is astounding when you take a second to think about it. One evening while flying there was a particularly bright moon out which seemed so clear and crisp in the deep blue night sky and that wasn't even the cool part. I was watching a small town pass by with its little lights aglow tucked into the trees when the moonlight hit a small body of water. As we continued to move forward, the light of the moon on the water created such a gentle dusting of grey over the surface and a concentrated glow right along the shoreline. It was so beautiful to me to watch this small lake hidden by the veil if nighttime being brought to life as the moon sailed over the outline catching each tiny outcropping. 

So I guess what comes out of this is on occasion it's amazing to me to get to sit back and watch as this life passes by. To observe the magnificent beauty on this each and to wonder at all those who inhabit it. It seems to do something good for the soul.

Dreams

It's ironic because this blog is titled "Dream Dreams" yet I almost never dream. Which makes it sort of interesting why that was the name I chose several months ago. And thinking about it, I guess it's because I believe in people dreaming up the things they want most, and then going after them in real life. One of the very smartest girls I know was in my AP Gov class senior year and her ability to organize her time and absorb knowledge was insane to me. Yet, now continuing on to college, all she wants to do is become a ballerina. And that is exactly what she is going to do. I love that more than anything. She could do whatever she wanted, make loads of money, and work to a high up position in some company, and become extremely successful to the world's standards, but what value would that bring her? Sure she would have stability and a comfortable living, but what would that be worth if she hated what she did and couldn't have her imagination and creativity run free? I admire her, and so many others like her, so much for following their dreams and creating a life that will bring them so much joy. I hope I have the ability to do what I love for a living and that when it came down to it, that I'd choose to be poor doing the thing I love then well off doing something I don't have a passion for. Because, really, who is the loser in that situation? The one that is spending each day doing what they love or the one spending every day doing something they dislike in order to "live life" a few days a year on vacation or whatever it may be.

I know it's not possible for everyone, but I sure hope I can find a way to do what I love for the rest of my life.