There are times when I don’t feel like moving on in life, to stay in a time when I feel happy and almost without any stress. It sounds so comforting that its becoming contradictory.
Say if I am staying in that time indefinitely, I will wonder how will uni life be, I will ask myself how will it feels like to be out there in a different country etc. Contradictory, as always.
While moving on seems like a good prospect, doing it is nonetheless daunting. Life is in a way like a bus stop. We spent a lot of time in life waiting and waiting for something to happen or perhaps hoping for something to come by. For some of us, there is this intrinsic fear that the bus will come late, just like how some people hope for the best but expects the worst.
At the bus stop, we can spend our time reading, fiddling with our mobile phones or chatting away with some friends. Alongside with some positive thinking and luck, all these represent the effort we put in towards a goal, for this case the bus. The goal always sounds grand but surely enough it is just an event that is almost always short.
The bus ride is analogous to our journey of life that it represents change. We leave a place and head towards another for whatever reasons. We leave a phase of life and head towards another as a natural transition. When we arrive at our destination, it starts all over again, only thing that this time, its a different bus stop.
Originally posted on: Monday, 25 January 2010
PS: I don’t know if I am at the bus stop or on the bus now. As usual, I am asking myself too many questions, with too few answers available at the moment. At least, I know my destination.
