Why does the airport terminal/lounge/boarding gate remind me of life? This thought came up and I messaged a friend if he ever felt that way.
So here i am in flight, about to start my descent into Toronto Pearson Airport, asking myself to explain the feeling. A sensor that i am, i sense then i try to explain drawing on words, experiences and feelings, to explain.
So is it because we have used the term “life is a journey?” At the airport it just becomes applicable. The impermanence, as we prepare and wait to board the plane to move from one physical location to another. We say goodbye, there is a “departure”.
The other passengers or people t hat are present are also either waiting to depart, or helping others to depart.
Brings to mind a train, moving through a dark tunnel. All the activities of life and loving happening inside the train. Along with other passengers we are on a sojourn, each awaiting their station.