As we approach Los Angeles on United flight 1871 I sit in seat 26C. Economy plus is just enough leg room to stretch out a little bit. The seats all have power and usb connections with free movies and tv shows. After an hour delay because of maintenance the flight is almost over. Across the aisle from me is a mother with her two daughters. Mothers amaze me with the sacrifice they are willing to commit for their children. During the flight she laid on the ground of their row so that her daughters could stretch out and sleep on the three seats. A woman many times will show incredible humility to provide comfort for their children. Although there are many women who lack empathy and view their children as burdens, much more possess compassion for the youth. After a nearly six hour flight from Newark I still have an hour Uber ride from LAX to Orange County. My bed is calling me and I often wonder what the hell I'm doing traveling all over for a job. My legs cramped and my ass is sore. As foul as that sounds it's a reality. Waking up at 6am ET it is now 2:15AM ET the next day. I know, I know. I'm a big fucking cry baby, lol. I admit I'm a big pussy many times. My emotions sometimes border on possessive of my mind. Often leading me to foul thoughts of negativity. I work to push those thoughts aside and instead view the light. I feel the landing gear go down and now we touch down. I am thankful to feel. I am appreciative of my empathy. I would not trade my experiences and lessons in life for any type of entitlement or greed. It's because of these that I can continue to learn. Maybe someday I will experience enlightenment and discover the secrets of this life. To lie there before death understanding that I've reached my goals. Not only dying in peace but also with a smile on my face. Because I have climbed the mountain and felt the warmth of a journey with a purpose. I am thankful for those that empathize and see each person no matter what color, as their brother or sister. To want their happiness and peace as they would for their own child who they look down at with great fondness and love. It is 4:20AM ET and I'm back in the OC. My Uber ride was fantastic considering the circumstances. When I opened the Uber app it was 70 bucks and a woman named Latoya in a Chevy Malibu picked me up. She was super chill and genuine person. I enjoyed talking to her. She is 40 years old just like me. Her birthday was January 10th. I believe everything happens for the reason. Time for sleep.
