Connecting Flights

not my sign…

The journeys in life, where, are we, going next???  Translated…

I was sitting at the airport in Hong Kong back then, outside a dim sum shop, ordered the same porridge, a plate of vegetables with the special sauces.  I’d often used my spare time in my flight transfers, to search for the free showers that the airlines provided, to help the travelers take off their fatigues (along with those worrisome and mandatory dusts that accumulated on me), and I would eat, and observe the passersby, some are hurried to connect to flights, some continued talking on their cell phones, some, meditated, in the silence………as if, they’re, somewhere, in the vast universe, every separate entity on one’s own orbit, moving stealthily, coming closer and drifting farther, and, all those whom one passes by, are the serendipities of one in a billion.

All of a sudden, I’d gotten that reminder, that I’d needed to, continue from the title of this article: a certain Indian woman, for the sake of her dreams, was about to, go off abroad, she had her eyes, glued onto the cell phone screens, paying attention to either the words of concerns from her hometown, or, the dreams that awaits her from afar; a couple, with that look of fatigue, with an orange juice in hand, looking with their emptied gazes, in silence, due to the maladaptation of the long-lasting flights, or because the trip was the only way, to save their relationship………or, perhaps, there’s, more.  And, being attentive to the luggage one has close by, what, are in those luggage?  The quiet thoughts of last night, or, did it, symbolize, the multitude of anxieties from the tours, as well as the daily medications………

not my photo…

In the transfer airport waiting room that has numerous emotions stacked up, like the gathering place of the stories, we’d started, calculating, what one another’s stories are: in the universe of time, will we, meet again?  Or, maybe, this, is the only opportunity we get; following was, the transferring to another flight, right before the emotions overflowed in the next moments, we’d, trod onward, to avoid destroying the beautiful features.

I’d often stayed awhile at the bookstores in the airports, finding travelers who are about to go.  For instance, that blonde haired woman, flipping through the tour guides on Taiwan quietly there, with the city I was in, streets, I’m familiar of, I’d wanted to know, what, expectations she has?  How does she plan out the future?  I’d not disturbed the calm and collected atmospheres, just felt her visions for the world (and she is about to, embark on the roads I once walked on, like a mysterious sort of connections, we are both here, neither, lonely).  She who’s before me, maybe, just last night, hesitated, with her bags packed up, to the point when she’d departed, and felt the happiness, from knowing which direction her life is to partake, and, time had, extended itself, in the longitude and latitude, whether if she’s returning home or journeying abroad, we are like, to flashes of light that met, hoping to bump into another one of our selves, and, everything is gone, but it’s now, a permanent memory, in the thin film of memory.

not my photo, once again…

So, we are, all travelers, going to and from places, never knowing, where we’ll end up in life, and that, is the wonder of the journey of life, we don’t know where life’s taking us, but, we will all, have that excitement, that expectation, that we carry with us about life, no matter where we’re headed…

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