The stewardess was done demonstrating the safety measures of the plane I boarded. The airplane captain reminds every passenger to get ready for take-off. We buckled up our seats, fastened our seatbelts and waited.
I was always privileged to be assigned seats that are beside the small window. Being a sightseeker myself, it amuses me to just watch and observe people and things around me. As our plane started to move and make its ascent, I watched closely how things start to get smaller and smaller from above. Then an enormous idea struck home to me:
In life, we get so much occupied by the things we see and face everyday. From being a mature adult doing an 8-hour job to being a normal person dealing with some relationship problems, there is definitely a parallel as to the things that one can see. I personally tend to look at the “largeness” of people, things and circumstances. The unpaid bills are high. The deadlines are up. Conflicts in relationships heat up. Some people just become too much to handle. City living is tiresome. Everything, just anything, is too big.
But then, my airplane gleanings made me realize that it is not that these things are small or big but everything depends on my perspective. If only everyone of us intentionally steps back or hovers away, we can see that these things become trivial the farther away you try to see them. Just as how the airport, the parked airplanes and the city which are all enormous become smaller and smaller with every ascent we made, these concerns in life might be just a speck of a greater vastness of life’s priorities.
I am charged as guilty with this. When concerns and stresses of life pile up, I whine and complain and rant as if these things are all there is to life. I worry about as if the tons of school assignments are what I was born for. I waste away time arguing with people I love over things that will not even matter. I become overwhelmed by everything, even by the minute and most trivial. Everything is big. And exhausting. Tiring. Pointless.
Thanks to this idea, I was again reminded that the world does not revolve around me nor my concerns. What may seem a problem for me now might not even make me cringe in the future! In the larger scheme of things, I find rest in the assurance that no matter how high my plane reaches up the sky, there still remains Someone who is higher and above all things. My God is even higher than how we fly over the clouds! In fact, He sees everything from above. It made me smile thinking how a limited person that I am attempt to do everything when God may have been speaking to me to just pause for a while and consider His perspective. I am glad that I am not God and I do not get to see how frail human beings whittle away their life, consumed by things won’t even matter when you get to the grave. I am glad that God is higher than I am and that I am called His child. And no good Father forsakes His child. And God is good.
God’s perspective matters.