Through the bijou round oval window that sat beside me, I began to see wonders; beautiful realizations that I haven’t seen in years. The flawlessness of the sky and the ground illuminated the delicate touch of our confused world.

Though most people were watching movies during the plane ride, I wanted to relax my eyes. I opened up the window flap and there I saw it. The world looked like a perfectly drawn painting. Brown, green, and beige stripes over here resembling land. Bunches of houses gathered together around these farms over there resembling a comfy little circle. It was the image of connective tissue, only the roads and farms worked to connect humans across fine distances.

The clouds looked so fluffy! Cotton candy floating through the skies. Cotton candy just casually passing by. The ocean too looked so still from above. The waves so calm. They were the wrinkles of an old lady who aged; who has seen life and love through troubles and through safeguard. Flying from above makes me see how small each individual really is. There are so many different cultures and so many different terrains. It’s hardy possible to try to think of them all. But lifestyles often collide around us just like lands and oceans do. We should try to merge them or learn from one another—-overlapping our knowledge. Maybe then our mindsets would strive to be as perfect as the land and sky that god has created.