As I write I sit here in the early hours of the morning, at Terminal 3 in Manchester Airport. My first thought is, “Could I be the first person to have written a post whilst waiting for my gate to open?” Probably not. In fact I would like to think that more people would open up their laptops in the spur of the moment and share their imminent thoughts with the world.
Strange places, Airports. Well certainly at this time. There are a scarce amount of people, but everyone with a story to tell. The drunk who missed his flight takes up 4 seats as he snores blissfully unaware that his gate closed 40 minutes ago. A loved up couple snuggle together upon the floor hoping to catch some shut-eye before their whirlwind departure to the capital of Romance. And then there are a sprinkling of lone travellers. Like myself. Who wander the floor of the terminal, looking perplexed at what to do with themselves at this ungodly hour, perhaps questioning whether or not it is safe to lay their head upon their case and rest.
The common factor in all this, is that we are all here to reach an alternative destination. Whatever the story or reason behind this. I see four flights due to depart within 3 hours. Brussels, Amsterdam, Paris and the other slips my mind…but it is interesting to look at the appearance of a traveller and try to work out their destination and why? Is this just an innocent last-minute break, or are they a double agent working for the CIA on their way to deliver incriminating information to intelligence in Moscow? Doubtful, but possible.
The great thing about all of this is that despite any fears these people may have of travelling or the outcome of their journey, they or should I say we, have no doubt that for whatever reason the journey is one which is never regrettable. One of my favourite quotes was by Mark Twain, and he said;
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do….
So throw off the bowlines….sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover….
And how true it is. I always had dreams, as do we all. But do we really consider that our dreams or aspirations can someday become a reality? I have to say no. I hear of people all the time who describe their dream as it were a dream and not an objective for the future. I once felt that way, but in fact I have recently realised that our dreams are only a short path away.
There should be no excuses. Time? We all have 24 hours in a day. You nor I have any less or more than one another. Consider the achievements of Mother Theresa and Thomas Jefferson? Each had the same amount of time as you and I. Realise its potential, and see the glass half full, rather than worry how it will all fit within the hands of the clock.