The Bus Stop.
So you spend your whole life in transit to your final destination. You start somewhere and u travel around and finally the journey's over and you go to heaven. (or hell, more likely). But what's in between hell, heaven and the blankness before life? The transit.
So life's a bus ride. And we all take the bus everyday. We're all just waiting at our bus stops and waiting for our time to come. People come and go. You see all these people who were friends take a different bus. Oddly enough, you know you'll probably never see them again, and you knew it all along, because all you were were people waiting at the same bus stop.
That's my life. I'm at the bus stop, and there are people waiting with me. We're all in the same boat. So maybe thats why we cling on to each other and try to pass the time while we're still waiting. But eventually, sooner or later, someone has to go.
I wish life wasnt a series of changes and journeys perforated by absences and farewells, but i guess i've gotten over it.
I'm glad there are people on the bus with me, still moving on together. For those who took another bus, I said farewell at the bus stop. And maybe, just maybe, I looked back out through the window.
Chi Hou @ Saturday, May 28, 2005
