Waiting in line for a piece of the action

I’d usually be posting this on blogger but since wi fi isn’t cooperating I’ll have to write this now and post later. I’m sitting in my terminal right now with people surrounding me. All of them look tired and weary as if the journey here was as long and tedious as the journey which awaits them. I always thought it was interesting to observe the airport environment. It’s almost like a mini city in itself where people from all around the world converge for a moment in time before heading on their way. You can make conversation with the people here, they will most likely be friendly and probably in some cases memorable as well, however the memory of them is fleeting and after you are on your way their memory becomes just another faceless person among the thousands in this bustling microcosm. I am bursting with energy, despite barely sleeping two hours and knowing that a fourteen hour flight awaits me, it’s taking nearly every inch of will power to not jump out of my seat and make a mad dash to the plane. This is how it usually goes for me, never feeling the excitement until right before the moment of truth and the point of no return. The morning started out tepid and natural, the gentle dew and coolness setting the peaceful mood. The ride here was an analogy for intensity as traffic was particularly fierce and when I wasn’t bumper to bumper with a monster big rig nearly three times my size I was zipping in and out of lanes like a fly buzzes through the air, my pulses racing my mood quickly escalating from tepid to feverish excitement.

Now I sit amounts the crowd of people waiting to board, the flight attendants crowd near the gate and chat with each other as if they’ve know each other for their entire lives. People continue to walk outside and make their way to their terminal momentarily pausing only briefly before heading steadfast towards their final destination.

And while the chaos and hustle and bustle erupts around me and I am ready to burst at the seams with excitement, I sit on my computer and write. It’s the only thing I can do right now and the first thing which came to my mind when I sat down. Despite the excitement and slowly creeping fatigue I still find time to write my thoughts down, not even caring if anyone read them but rather to satisfy my own thoughts and my own nerves.

Crazy to say but I just might be a writer.