I thought I was just going home. Tired, on edge, the kind of day when all you want to do is put on headphones, isolate yourself, and not interact with anyone. Nothing suggested that this flight would become a turning point in my life. And yet, without a word, without a direct exchange, a discreet presence cracked my certainties and forced me to see the world differently.
An ordinary trip, a closed mindset
That day, I was drained. Mentally, physically, emotionally. I boarded the plane with this firm intention: to think of myself, only myself. I was annoyed by the crowds, the waiting, the noise. I wanted the journey to pass quickly, effortlessly, without any distractions. My comfort had become my sole priority, and I saw nothing wrong with that.
