Pass by, every day. Do you look around you? At the people you pass by, the opportunities that go flying by?
The other day, I looked up. It was clear, the dark aquamarine sky like those portrayed in storybooks. And the stars, some flashing, probably airplanes or satellites, others mindlessly glowing into the night.
At that moment, I thought: How long has it been, since I looked at the sky? We pass through our lives so quickly, where is everything? Where is the world that I once knew? Why do I look towards the ground in solace where I once trusted the sky?
Will you just pass alongside, pass by life?