My morning ride. Today, I have no glimpse of what is ahead. I am sitting facing the back of the bus. I discover what is hiding behind my back only once I have passed it. A group of teenagers at a bus stop. Two lovers walking hand in hand down the street. An older lady sitting on a bench, reading a newspaper. A tree bending with the dances of the wind.
The sadness of discovering and appreciating only too late scenes I will never see again. The anguish of not discerning what lies ahead. A feeling of powerlessness for letting my self be carried without a sense of direction. I have, at times, felt that way in life…
I choose, as of now, no matter what, to face whatever is in front of me, ahead of me, to better savor, apprehend or confront what comes my way. Stand, I will, in the bus, if it is the only way to see what lies ahead. It is less comfortable than sitting, but the price I have to pay, I have learned, is too high.
Not facing reality will not stop time and life from going by…
Aïda