I sat on the last seat portion of the bus. It's a bit late as my day is filled with such an enormous adrenaline rush I can feel I really am an ICU nurse. But when I take off my scrub suits and leave the unit, shaking off the scenes and grumblings that might elude my inner peace, I am there at the far most space leaning over the glass window, thanking God I still have the strength to watch the evening sky. The bus started to move, and I am oblivious of the bumper to bumper traffic. Many people on that street are fathers and mothers who are in a hurry to see their kids back home, probably excited to get kissed and hugged by their toddlers to soothe their aching muscles of all day's work, or probably teenagers who are preoccupied of the class thesis to be finished, or someone with a drain battery of laptop with urgent office files due first thing in the morning, or someone whose stomach complains of something to be a grind. Nobody would want to be stuck up from such a time consuming waiting..and waiting..and waiting.
Momentarily, out of the many hassles of the day, there will always be a moment when you are retracted back to that comfort, quiet zone. There, you are able to recount how you were able to passed life's perplexities and emerging victoriously as a strong soul. Success has its own adverse effects. Going after our dreams can sometimes make us forget the essence why we go after it. There is no pause button in life. Everything moves fast. People age, our bodies age, the world age. We are in one moment on a security ground, then one moment on a course we never planned. Some kind of traffic. We need that once in a while to slow down, to rectify our priorities in life, to put value on people and goals that will make us conclude that there are things in life we cannot pack to heaven. A quiet time for yourself, a time for God, a time for life. That's something traffic taught me to think over about.
Goodnight! =)
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