Been pensive this past few weeks that it took a lot of musing about many things. I then had a time to walk around the city and travel in short term. Weird how it led me again writing on my google docu while riding home.
I had a hard time picking out the right vehicle who was willing to stop and fetch me. Some was full, some was destined to different ways, many of them for sure paved the direction of their convenience, and I — I took the long route , loaded with students and two ladies , one on her headset and the other on her eyeglasses.
It was 6:30pm after dusk and the night was still young.
The small conversations, roar of the engine, music from nowhere gives me a relax feeling of being human. Walks of life fill in that quick journey– everyone has surely a battle on their own. Yet what I could see is purpose of living, of survival. I could see how everyone on that busy street pursuing something in life.