I live in a really beautiful place. I live in St. Petersburg, Florida and my apartment complex sits directly on the water in a gorgeous area of town full of beautiful homes, friendly people, and beautiful scenery and weather that I’m able to enjoy on the docks, in the many hammocks scattered throughout the property, by the various cookout areas with friends, on our balconies and porches, or around one of our two pool areas offered. We’re quite spoiled here, I won’t deny that one. 🙂
But okay… the truth is that as much as I’d love to continue “humble bragging” about where I live, unfortunately this isn’t exactly about the amazingness that it my beloved home (but hey, I could talk about that all day long, so if you want some more of it, get at me ). This about something more significant that I came to realize in the midst of enjoying this surrounding beauty.
There have been several times that while I was out enjoying the scenery, playing the cloud shapes game with myself, I would see a plane fly right through my carebear army or break up the smooch action happening between the ninja turtle and the hair. And as I began to take notice of these planes flying overhead, I couldn’t help but think about the individuals on that plane… the fact that it’s filled with anywhere from a few people to many, and each of those people has a different reason for being on that plane.
- Some are ecstatic because they’re on their way to somewhere exciting, or returning home to people they love, while some are despaired because they’re traveling to somewhere unwanted for a reason unwanted, or leaving a place that they never wanted to depart.
- There are also the flight attendants who are enjoying their job tremendously and are more than happy to be on that plane caring for the passengers, and there are those who have had long hours and rough flights and are physically, mentally, and/or emotionally exhausted and couldn’t be looking forward to landing more.
- Then there are the pilots- the men and women who have worked so hard to master their passion for flying and traveling, and have realized their dreams enough to be responsible for safely transporting these few or many human beings to their either wanted or unwanted destinations. They, too, are either delighted to be doing what they love, or maybe they’re tired and missing their families, flying home just as fast as they can.
Kind of cool to think about, isn’t it? I mean, each and every person has very different reasons for being on that plane and is living a very different life from the rest, yet they all chose to travel on the very same plane, on the very same day, to the very same destination. They each have their very own story and when they depart, they will all return to that story, continuing their own lives, living in extremely different ways, pursuing different dreams, purposes, and paths in life… but not without influencing one another first. Because for the time being, they are experiencing connectedness in a common flight.
It’s mind-blowing to consider how many people there are in this world, the ways in which so many of us cross paths at different points in our journeys, and the influence we have on one another in large and small ways that we may not even be aware of. Maybe that flight attendant who was cheerful and friendly was able to provoke a smile and a generally happier feeling for someone who was feeling down or anxious. That more positive demeanor will be carried over toward that passenger’s friends and family, who are inevitably influenced by it themselves and continue to touch the people they interact with more positivity, which causes a ripple effect of seemingly simple, yet oh-so significant, happiness. And what’s more, maybe that passenger brought a twinge of happiness to their cab driver, who may have been having a rough day himself and was pleasantly surprised by the kindness of that stranger, simply because she addressed him by name and with a smile. Maybe his brief time with that person brightened his day just a little bit… just enough to remind him that there are still kind people in the world, and he’d like to do his part in being one of them. That would likely touch more of the people in his cab fares, and not only bring a brief moment of unexpected kindness to those people, continuing the ripple effect, but maybe they even feel inclined to tip him a bit more in his fares out of gratitude, which he would inevitably be grateful for.
Do you see what an impact we can have on so many others, and the world as a result, simply by the way in which we go about our interactions? This goes both ways with positivity and negativity because what we send out is what will grow, and it doesn’t only apply to the people closest to us, it applies to everyone- even those people who we may not even think “matter”. They most definitely matter to us, as we do to them, because we each play a role in some way, shape, or form with the people we connect with. We really are in this life together, and it’s absolutely beautiful.
There are just so many different ways in which we interact with and influence one another, and as I watch these planes passing by, I can’t help but feel the wonder and awe of it all. Making a difference in this world is possible, we just have to stop and consider what we’re sending out to everything around us. We may not be able to personally interact with all of the billions of people on the earth, but we certainly can send positivity and love to them in significant ways just by being loving and kind in all that we do.
So, I do my part when these planes pass by! I take a moment to think about all of the different people and their different lives up there in that rocketship magic vessel whizzing by and I say a pray of gratitude for each and every one of them. And then I send up all of the good vibes I can muster for them to soak up as they endure their safe and happy flight. I may not be able to personally give each of them my love and tell them how wonderful they are just for existing, but I hope that every single one of them gets that weird fuzzy feeling… you know the one I’m talking about. That moment when suddenly, you just feel good, like someone just came up and gave you a quick warm hug, but you don’t know where it came from. That’s what I hope they felt… that was me.