Saturday, August 18, 2012

Terminal Antidepressant

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.
From the movie Love Actually

If you're ever feeling down, flush the Prozac and Zoloft and head to the arrivals gate of your nearest airport. The air here is filled with heartwarming, positive energy that's infectious. Here, only happy tears are shed. In the midst of all the hugs and beaming smiles, you can't help but be lifted up by the open expressions of love.

And then, when you're feeling better, you can head to the WC with your laptop and send emails to your loved ones, sharing the good vibe. But perhaps this service is only available in Toronto. ;-)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Welcome home! Hope you had a great trip Aunt and Uncle.

Anonymous said...

U of A server not responding to new Rogers rocket stick. Maybe i should go visit the WC and tell you Edmonton awaits you with all facilities and two sleeping quarters to choose from (ours and Andy"s - whichever suits the weary traveller the best). Please confirm after 11 an your time (let sleeping spirits lie) , otherwise I'll resort to landline later. Those anti robot words are getting increasingly hard to read - metamorphosing (?) words that like foam float on Lake Obed.