Did you see this? Freed journalists arrive in U.S. from North Korea
I watched in awe as they climbed down those stairs from the airplane, wondering how they didn't explode with the sheer joy of being on U.S. soil, and being able to embrace their families for the first time in four and a half months.
And it made me think..
That terrible traffic yesterday? Doesn't matter.
The bills I have to pay? Get over it.
The suffocating humidity? Big deal.
The frustration with small people, with small minds? Let it go.
Because when I woke up today, I could hug the person I love the most. And I could go to work, and earn a living. And I could eat whatever I wanted. And I could feel, and think, and say anything I desired. And well, I'm just glad they're back.
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I saw a brief moment from an old Friends episode and Rachel was moaning over the fact that she didn't want to go to Ross's wedding because of blah, blah, blah, and Phoebe (the Yoda of sitcoms) said, "I understand. It's like that time when a guy offered to buy me dinner if I would sleep with him when I was starving and living on the streets. Except that what you're worrying about is ridiculous high-school stuff. Yeah, I get it."
Perspective.
It's amazing sometimes when we get those glimpses that pull us back in a bit.
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