The purgatory of waiting for amazing feels long and arduous. Leaving behind piles of fine, scraps of good, and taking my hope with me, I know a mistake must have been made with my boarding pass. I was supposed to take the flight far before the one I’m waiting for. I’m sure of it.
As I hear the screams of hungry children, smell the stale smoke from trashed cigarettes, and see the stares of men with no conscience, I slip farther into my despondency.
How could I have missed the flight? I didn’t know I was supposed to leave in the first place.
I feel powerless against something fated to happen to me, and I’m troubled.
“If I want amazing, then maybe I just have to meet the Universe part way,” I think to myself. “Get up.”
I stand and look around the grungy terminal, wondering what I missed in the first hundred glances of this dreary place.
At first just a glimmer, a refracted light coming from the middle of the giant space catches my eye. As if pulled by a magnet, I practically float over to see what this once unseen force is trying to tell me.
The light is unfettered now, a big ball of white crystalline emanating from the ether. I feel the resonance and somehow know what to do.
I turn back to where I was once seated, waiting for what was to become of the next leg. I sit back on the chair; the ripped leather still the same. But this time a coolness runs through my veins, calming every cell.
I take a deep inhale feeling the excitement of the floodgates opening wide. I exhale the idea that I’m just waiting here. I slide on my headphones, close my eyes, and feel the beat.
The world around me is telling me to be listless, despondent and depressed. Yelling and screaming at me, they beg to be heard. Instead, I throw my huge carry-on into the trash.
The music in my heart lifts me up and out of this place. My boarding pass is now in hand. I’m finally ready.