I gaze upon the humans suspended in the blue of the afternoon. Some in hang gliders, others in paragliders, all wafting through the air above those of us traversing the solid surfaces of earth, concrete or metal. In a way I envy them their flight, wishing myself to be removed from the ground to see things from a different perspective.

And isn’t that so often the way of humans? To long to experience life from a different angle, another perspective.

What would life look like if I stayed in Victoria instead of moving to Queensland?
Or if I said no instead of yes, or yes instead of no?
Or if I’d never had my heart broken?
Or if I chose to quit my job, or move towns, or travel, or study?

It’s easy to live life with the ifs, and I confess to often lingering with them a little longer than is productive. But there is contentment to be found when I allow my ifs to guide me into appreciation.

I moved to Queensland and I am so grateful to be close to my family.
I said yes and I am gaining a wealth of experience. I said no and gave myself time to rest.
I had my heartbroken and now I have a deeper, more intimate understanding of love and He who is Love.
I am wondering about the future and isn’t it marvellous to have options and hope for what comes next?

I raise my eyes to look into the sky at my fellow human beings gliding through the golden afternoon and think: how grateful am I to be sharing the same setting sun over a beautiful city.