The Nature of Humans Chesirae Valentine

I watch people. I don’t mean to say I watch out for them. I do that too, but I always mean what I say. I watch them. It’s always been a game of mine, watching them. When I was a little girl and still eagerly awaited my father’s flights home, I would sit in the long, spindly chairs at the airport and watch people there. I would guess who they were waiting for and why they were there. It wasn’t until recently that I realized these people, the ones at the airport, were often at their happiest. That those few moments, saying hello and waving goodbye, were the moments where they felt most alive and most happy. In the minute of pure delight of seeing someone, someone you care about, everything is simple and clear. You see a glow around people, you seen an almost child-like anticipation. In the second it takes to say goodbye (how rare for that to truly happen at an airport!) you see comprehension in a person’s stance. You see understanding—everything becomes simple and clear. On some instinctual level, people understand this is what life is—a big opportunity, one full of hellos and goodbyes. It doesn’t need to be any more complicated than that. It is understood that all you need is your mind and soul and heart to be a worthwhile...