The plane was silent. It was the middle of the night over the Atlantic Ocean.
The cabin lights were dim. Most of the players were asleep.
Alex sat by the window. He looked down at the dark water below.
He couldn't sleep.
He was thinking.
Life.
It was a strange concept.
He looked at Mark, who was sleeping in the seat next to him. Mark was wearing his neck pillow on top of his head like a crown. He was drooling slightly.
"What does Mark think of life?" Alex wondered.
For Mark, life was simple. Run fast. Eat pizza. Make jokes. Be happy.
Mark didn't worry about the future. He didn't regret the past. He lived in the moment. The "Now".
"He is the happiest person I know," Alex thought. "Maybe he is the smartest one too."
He looked across the aisle at Rico.
Rico was awake. He was watching highlights of Ronaldinho on his tablet. His eyes were wide, full of wonder.
