WaitingBus Rider ...
I once wrote a short story about a man who is standing at a bus stop, presumably waiting to find his way home from a busy day at work. The hitch is that he never boards any of the many buses that stop for him and then pass on into the evening. He simply remains as fixed as a lamppost at the corner.
For me, the story was about how we can get locked into a life that never seems to go anywhere, about how we can fall into stasis.
The story ends with the man still standing on the street, trapped in time by his inability to "move on," and although, by the end of the story, his future seems somewhat undetermined, the implication is that he really has no future because his will for self-determination has deserted him.
The mind is a strong muscle, and it is capable of doing great things for us if we let it. You and I, we can become anything we want to be. We can conquer any fear and constantly find new meanings to who we are. The only catch is that we have to participate in the writing of the script or story of our lives. If we let other people write that script or that story for us, if someone else gets to create all the description and all the dialogue, then we become what others want us to be. We behave and "perform" under another person's direction.
Some people wait for the right bus for a lifetime, and never really go anywhere. No bus will ever be the right one if you don't consciously make the choice to board and move on.
Just remember, that no bus ever gets you exactly to where you want to be. They merely get you close to that place.
The rest of the journey is up to you.
I once wrote a short story about a man who is standing at a bus stop, presumably waiting to find his way home from a busy day at work. The hitch is that he never boards any of the many buses that stop for him and then pass on into the evening. He simply remains as fixed as a lamppost at the corner.
For me, the story was about how we can get locked into a life that never seems to go anywhere, about how we can fall into stasis.
The story ends with the man still standing on the street, trapped in time by his inability to "move on," and although, by the end of the story, his future seems somewhat undetermined, the implication is that he really has no future because his will for self-determination has deserted him.
The mind is a strong muscle, and it is capable of doing great things for us if we let it. You and I, we can become anything we want to be. We can conquer any fear and constantly find new meanings to who we are. The only catch is that we have to participate in the writing of the script or story of our lives. If we let other people write that script or that story for us, if someone else gets to create all the description and all the dialogue, then we become what others want us to be. We behave and "perform" under another person's direction.
Some people wait for the right bus for a lifetime, and never really go anywhere. No bus will ever be the right one if you don't consciously make the choice to board and move on.
Just remember, that no bus ever gets you exactly to where you want to be. They merely get you close to that place.
The rest of the journey is up to you.
Your words make perfectly sense to me. I think many of us know people like this bus driver. And many know how it feels, at least for shorter periods of their life.
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DeleteIt is certainly not an uncommon experience these days ...
The music and slides are perfect. I don't know how you do it, but you do it quite well. As for your blog, it's very deep and it has me thinking about a few things. I suppose that is the mark of a good writer ...
ReplyDeleteThank you, it was fun to play around with some new software ... but the school of trial and error is no walk in the park ...
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