Irony

Last night on my way to Manila, I undoubtedly experienced one of the most beautiful flights I have ever been on. Being on the Eastern side of an island and surrounded by buildings at almost all times, I rarely ever get to enjoy a sunset in the Philippines. Yesterday, though, was sunset enough to last for months. The clouds were fluffy and were all colors between gray, purple, orange, and red. The sun, as it went down, was a brilliant red-orange circle above the horizon. I could have stared at it for hours.

It is ironic that as many times as I have flown in the past few months, this was the only time I was travelling without my camera. It must have just slipped my mind as I walked out of the door yesterday afternoon, but the funny thing is, I wasn't upset that I wasn't able to capture it. I think the universe was working in a mysterious way yesterday as I was feeling the slight stresses and aches of a volunteer. What I needed most was perhaps the view of a beautiful sunset for an entire hour without thinking about whether or not there was a glare in the picture or if the sun will appear fuzzy once it reaches the big screen. I needed to be reminded that I indeed am only a small part of this large world, and that sometimes things happen for a reason. I woke up that morning not expecting to be on a plane that afternoon (similar to my operation a month ago), but I believe that I was in the right place at the right time in order to just enjoy what I sometimes miss while I'm busy with the many, many things that keep our lives busy. It's time to slow down.