I have a love hate relationship with bus rides.
I like it for the solitary experience. No matter how jam pack the bus is, me with my trusted IPOD, is just me, sitting alone, with many others strangers. Moving along familiar roads, reminiscing memories.
I wondered for quite a while now, when did i since, begin to enjoy such lonely moments.
I could not recall, maybe its just a natural progression of growing up.
Watching the greens, sitting in silence, reflecting; suddenly these unimaginable feelings of my pass feels like bliss. Am i innately an anti social being?
Today, during my bus ride, i saw:
1. a usually empty nursery filled with people shopping for their new year plants - i realize, Lunar New Year is only 2 wks away, and yet i feel nonchalant. But the crowd did make me feel a lil festive.
2. a flock of white birds flying really low in the sky - a captivating sight; i wished life was that carefree too
3. loads of lush green trees in seemingly forested areas - very soothing to the eyes and heart, i made a wish hoping that they will always stay as they are. I hate concrete forests.
I hate bus rides for the achy bum after the journey.
