The long bus journey

Recently I was taking a long bus journey from the east to the west, and was appreciating the scenery the bus takes me too. In this almost 2 hours trip, I actually felt peace with myself. Something I haven't felt for a long time. I become more aware of my surrounding. And I was brought back to my past... where I used to encounter such feelings too...

When I was studying pursuing for my Degree, I used to travel long MRT trips to attend classes. Those days, if classes started at 8am sharp, I would be trying to catch the 6.30am train.

And when lessons end at 6pm, to avoid the rush hour, I would rather stay in school till 9pm and take the pretty empty home bound train.

I never fancy the morning trains. They were bustling with activity, packed and crowded. To me it seems like a blur of events, with goggy pandas lacked of sleep trying to survie in this rat race. All the rushing, the pushings to get on the train to cut down many one-tenth seconds, and not so that they could reach their destination early, but to maintain their pace and get on time. Makes me wonder what is the use of rushing. (Of course don't rush means late. But with so many people late with you, are you really late or is it just ur Kiasuism antics at work?)

On the other hand, I miss the night trains terribly. During that time, it seems very peaceful. The scenery is pitch black and felt as if the surrounding have finally quietened down and be back its calm state. And my heart calmed and slowed down with it too. Suddenly I am able to listen to what my heart wants to tell me, able to observe the miracle of mother nature, able to appreciate life as it is. There are times where I might be so tired I just knocked off, but those were also the times that I have pleasant and peaceful sleep, not those fitful types which I might take while on the morning trains.

In future, if my head is ever muddled up, I think I should once again take a long journey to somewhere, and enjoy the peace that the journey gives me. Somehow I remember reading that in life, it is not the destination but the journey that matters.

In love aspects, where you go doesn't really matter. What matters is your lover was accompanying you to it. If you had gone to the most heavenly place alone, you still will not enjoy it.

In education, there is never a definite destination to end. You learn as you live. Every day, you gain abit of knowledge. You travel further in this education lifelong journey.

And in life, it doesn't matter what will I end up becoming so long I had cherish and enjoy every aspects of my life journey that I had been going through. May it be sweet or bitter, as long as it is my journey, I should appreciate whatever comes to me.