![]() ![]() Now folks came ungrateful from the store, grumbling they had to carry such a heavy market basket. ![]() What was the world coming to and what hearty pleasures folks today missed out of life! One bag of meal her pap said, used to make a whole family rejoice. living a little, dying a little, hoping your stop is not the next and wondering what if it is.” waiting, pretending, dreaming, smiling, laughing. who am I who is sitting here on the bus on a ride to nowhere?Īnd, you sit there. This meaningless journey with atrocious company to nowhere.Īnd, you sit there in this tumbling, roller coaster ride, hanging onto dear life and swear to yourself that you will enjoy the journey while it lasts. Suddenly you cannot bear this torture anymore. Where could the bus be going? Who will be getting off next? Will it be you? What is this strange journey with passengers you cannot choose, stops you cannot decide and destination unknown. There is deep down a fear that you could be, but you hope that all what you had done since you got on would guarantee a longer passage to nowhere. You sit there thinking if you are quiet and decent, and minding your business or counting your beads, you should be ok, not realising that you could be the next. You must be special then for that privilege. You feel sorry for those who have been forced off, happy you are still there. You watch some who gracefully get down, some who literally jump off the running bus and others who are abruptly forced off the bus. There are people you like on the bus, some you cannot bear to be around with. You wonder if you could buy a more secure seat if you become the life and soul of the bus, since then nobody will want you to get off. ![]() And, you somehow secure a seat and think as long as you sit quietly, you might be allowed to stay till the destination, whatever it may be. A bus to nowhere but going with absolute certainty to nowhere or so it seems to you. “Life is a little like getting on a bus with loads of passengers who are already on when you get on. Until the coarse earth’s rank mustiness calls for me, can I take comfort living purposefully in the rhythms of an ordinarily life? Can I unabashedly absorb the scintillating jewels in the daily milieu? Can I savor an array of pleasantries with my tongue, ears, nose, eyes, lips, and fingertips? Can I take solace in the tenderness of the nights by singing out songs of love and heartache? Can I devote the dazzle of daylight and the vastness of the night’s starriness to investigate life, make a concerted effort to reduce imbedded ignorance, and penetrate layers of obdurate obliviousness? Can I conduct a rigorous search for wisdom irrespective of wherever this journey takes me? Can I make use of the burly pack of prior personal experiences to increase self-awareness? Can I aspire to go forward in good spirits and cheerfully accept all challenges as they come? Can I skim along the delicate surface of life with a light heart until greeting an endless sleep with a begrudging grin in the coolness of the ebbing light?” Soon my waning fume will be obscured forevermore, all insignia of my ionized essence tucked into the anonymous pleat of the universe’s billowing skirt. “The black hole of the galaxy swallows the boiling energy of human fury. ![]()
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