Today i felt completely at peace. It was one of those rare moments where I let Spotify just play, and every song perfectly fit the mood. It was cold outside on a late Wednesday afternoon. The bus windows had steamed up, laden with the faint markings of previous passengers attempts to see outside. A sports bag lie alone beneath me, presumably left behind by some poor school kid in a hurry to get home before it turned dark. It reminded me of the time of my life when that was me. When my biggest worry was the homework due at the end of the week.
I looked around at the other passengers, all involved in their own lives, with unique goals and dreams. For some reason today, the universe had decided that we’d all share a bus together. None of us would interact, bar a few ‘excuse mes’ and ‘thank yous’. Instead we each sat on our phones, headphones plugged in and minds wandering wherever our brains would take us. Our internal Palace of imagination.
Time is going slow. I feel as if I could sit here for eternity, never to reach my destination and never caring either. Whatever worries I have feel distant and muffled. Every light and sound feels vibrant and vivid. I’m living in the moment and it feels amazing. But why is this feeling so rare and fleeting? Perhaps it’s due to the pressures of societal expectation that demand the utilisation of every second towards something productive. Sitting and reflecting has been replaced by grinding and hustling for something bigger. Our use of time is ranked and valued according to this criteria. A criteria laid out to serve the few, not the many. It’s time we collectively break away from this and focus on the enjoyment that life can offer. Even in something as seemingly mundane as a bus ride.
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