Finding a star

When I was a kid, I used to look outside my bathroom window and watch the planes flying in to land. Watching the planes always made me a bit sad, because I would think about how many people were on the plane, and how distant their lives were from mine, and how I could observe them but never experience anything like what they would experience. I felt lonely, separate from the big, wide world. After the plane would go out of view, I would often try to find a star. Though the Seattle sky was often cloudy and light-polluted, there were normally a couple starts that I could make out in the night sky. The star kind of put things in perspective for me. Even though I felt so distant from the people on the plane, we were all the same from the star's point of view. Nowadays there's times where I feel out of step with the everyone else, and I think that, even though it might not be literal anymore, finding a star tends to help make me feel better. I find lots of stars, but all of them tell me that we're much more similar than it may appear.