The Bus Ride Now Here

Narrow streets, dark alley, the post lamp seemed to not working. It was a Sunday Night after all. There was no utter sound. The night was pure darkness and the cold wind was breezing all over the bus stop station where he patiently waited.

The weekend was the worst, he thought. He was so cold. He wanted to go home. No energies were left to continue the day. He was working like a robot. No feelings. Routinary. Working like he had no sense of direction. He was dead tired. He was standing there waiting for eons. He considered himself a zombie and a robot. Lifeless, no goals, and nobody seemed to bother. How long has he been waiting, half an hour, an hour, more than an hour? He lost track.

He wondered where the people across the street would go. Were they waiting? What were they waiting for? He then remembered he was here for the same reason, waiting for the bus, his ride home.

Out of the blue, he realized he has been suffering this routine everyday. Was it okay? There were times he chose to wait, there were times he chose convenience.

Most days he travelled long hours just to get to work. At night, travelling was just a decoration in the night sky while sheepishly singing with the birds chirping outside the window. Travelling didn’t bother him any more. It was the pain coming from the days of waiting for a miracle if your lift comes on time and gives you a sit like a throne.

Waiting is a serious game, he thought. It demands patience. This was a serious competition in life, he thought.

He knew that sometimes in life you need to learn and understand the worth of all the things you cant and you dont have. There maybe shortcuts but there were also shortcomings. He honestly believed this was life teaching him all along. He thought all the times he patiently waits for his lift. People come and go but in the end they all would get there. He thought the times he was waiting for chances, a chance people wished they had. He knew he would get there, like the moment the bus arrived to drive him safely.

So, he thought.

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