i believe in karma, forgiveness, taking things lightly, counting your blessings, making a fool of yourself, and laughter. i believe in respect, give and take, and all music created in the 1960s, heard beginning to end on my dad’s record player.
i believe there is comedy in every tragedy, that everyone should be a feminist, and in meeting new people. i believe in open minds, trust, respect, and never being too serious about anything, it’ll give you wrinkles and headaches.
i believe in feeling awkward at inappropriate times, and constant attempts at bettering yourself. i believe in songs on repeat, guilty pleasures, gut instinct, immaturity, smoking too many cigarettes, and that walking in the rain peacefully gets you less wet than running frantically.
i believe that i harve already felt more love than some people do in their entire lives, that music can change you, and that laughing is the fucking cure for everything. all i did today was laugh until i cried. another cheesy saying, yeah i know, i can’t get enough- find something you love to do and you’ll never work another day in your life. i’m not sure, about the rest of my life, but days like today- i could work days like today so many times over, and i’d be okay with that.
i have witnessed so much with this job. fourth of july fireworks from 25 000 feet above the state of new york, tiny bursts of colour exploding in the darkness below. lightning storms illuminating clouds. i have sat in the flight deck while descending over manhattan, a panoramic view of the brooklyn bridge, empire state, and statue of liberty in front of me as if they were on display just for me to see amongst the bright city lights. i have seen forests stretched over miles of rolling hills, a picturesque view of the colour changing leaves. i’ve seen the toronto skyline, in so many variations. lit up at night, covered in fog, reflecting the sunrise. i have seen the rocky coasts of the atlantic, and i have had my breath taken away so many times by the things that i have seen from an aerial view. i love my stupid job, even when passengers temporarily make me lose faith in humanity by putting their infants in the aisle 30 seconds before landing. even when i’m getting it trouble for menial bullshit like wearing the wrong scarf or not wearing 4 inch heels at 5 in the morning. at the end of the day, i can shrug off the bullshit, but i can’t forget how much i’ve seen.
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