Once, on a beach in Italy, as I looked out at the water, I had a feeling I couldn’t quite put into words at the time. Like the world was so very big, and so very small at the same time.
It’s the same way I felt as I looked out over New York City from the Top of the Rock on one of my last days on the East Coast. It’s the same way I think I’ll feel over and over again in my life.
I may not have understood it at first, but it’s a feeling that makes complete sense to me now. So big; so small. Such is life.