Facing Life

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