I’m on a Boeing 737 -800 at 35,000 feet cruising at about 450 kts, and I’m heading home. I don’t know it but what’s on my mind is h*2R=d^2. That’s the formula for working out how far away the horizon is.
Thanks to DC I’ve had a fantastic sliding-door holiday week on the Gold Coast and I am about to come back to earth and live the rest of my life. To enjoy getting older I’m going to forget the saying “I’ll be happy when” and accept that the “when” is now.
I stare out this blurred window and search the horizon for the future that awaits me. It will be one where I won’t reschedule things, desires or happiness to a “later time.” My later time has arrived. I’ll search for what drives me and live by my own program.
Fortunately my life is not one full of questions. All I want is the capacity to make meaning of my experiences. One thing I know is that I have the choice in my life to be happy, and that’s the choice I’m going to make.
By the way, at 35,000 feet the horizon is 221.3 miles away.