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.
‘One day, I watched the sun setting forty-four times,’ you told me. And a little later, you added: ‘You know…when one is so terribly sad, one loves sunsets…’
‘The day you watched those forty-four sunsets, were you that sad?’ I asked.
But the little prince made no reply.
(Source: breakfastatbarneys)
