Of a late night flight, yesterday.

As I sat by the window waiting for the aircraft to steady itself to land on the narrow strip of tarmac illuminated by hundreds of powerful lights like a giant target contrasted against the sea of random orange specs in a night of encompassing darkness, I felt happy.

There is something very human about feeling dwarfed that makes each of smile and be happy. We feel it when we stand and stare into vastness of the ocean from a little sandy beach wondering how big the sky really is. And we feel it when we stand in the midst of mountains, ancient and silent, cold from millenniums of solitude and aloneness.

I think as little ants in the giant ant-farm that swarms around us, we get into the habit of making ourselves the centres of our universe. Life becomes all about getting to work on time, socializing, bitching, binging, starving, partying, crying… we live, we die. Till every now and then, something happens and makes you realize you are just another spec of sand waiting to be washed away.

Then you smile, as the enormity of the world and life itself dawns upon you. And in that moment of being humbled, you feel tall and strong. You feel like a giant who smiles benevolently on all that has come to pass. You close your eyes for a moment to take that feeling in.

Then you breathe.