I like walking through Heathrow’s Terminal 5. To be honest, I don’t know exactly why. I’m not supposed to right? It’s too crowded, security lines are long and forget about getting through passport control while you’re still young…but I do. I like walking past all of the gates on the way to mine and see the various destinations pass by; Zürich, Istanbul, Mumbai, Moscow, Singapore. So many places in the world to see. What are the travelers going there to do? Holidays? Business? Who are they going to see? I like walking past all of the shops, although I don’t recall ever buying anything at one of them.
You see all manner of dress, the Texan in blue jeans and cowboy boots, the banker in a three piece suit which undoubtedly cost more than my first car, you see saris and burqas and sweatpants, sandals and high heels…but strangely enough, it is in this see of different looks and languages and mannerisms that if you stop and look and observe, you notice the great paradox. It is amidst this sea of different that you realize how very much alike we all are. Whether or not there is a veil in front of your eyes, a yarmulke or a cowboy hat on your head, Gucci’s or Adidas on your feet, everyone there is simply going about their life and all of the various circumstances brought all of these people of wonderfully diverse backgrounds to the same building on the same day at the same time. They just want to have breakfast before heading to their flight, or they don’t have time for even coffee as they rush to their gate to not miss their plane. They are going to family. Or friends. They are going to saying hello to someone in person for the first time. Or to say goodbye to someone for the last time. They are heading to the holiday they have dreamed about and planned for years. They are on their way to a business meeting they really didn’t want to go to. They are off to see family. Or leaving them.
The point is, no matter what your background is or where you call home, all of these things we can identify with and relate to. Those other differences are superficial, meaningless. We all want the same things; to be with those we love, enjoy what we do and just go about our daily lives in peace, and maybe along the way make some sort of difference. That’s really it. It really doesn’t seem like that much to ask does it?