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A Ride on the Bus
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Have you ever just watched the grass sway in the breeze or leaves fall from a tree?
Today I was on the Kecskemet bus going to Tesco, (like Target), to get some food and just get out of the city center. Being in one of those reflective moods where you aren't acting yourself and you seem very inside your mind, I began watching, listening, thinking. Standing in line to board the bus to go back to the studio, an older gentleman let me go first onto the bus. He had a cheery smile and mumbled something in Hungarian too me, probably about letting me go first. He sat near me and I just observed his actions. He spoke to familiar faces, probably because he takes the bus often. Around his neck were a bunch of keys; some looked like car keys, but obviously his driving days are over. His tennis shoes were worn, the trousers didn't match the sweater, and everything was a little tattered... he could care less.
While watching him, I thought about all that I have seen thus far on this trip. All the people, the smiles and frowns, some in fancy clothes, others worn tattered clothes, different shapes and sizes, different actions... the list goes on. What are we all about? How often do you sit and reflect about the people and things around you? When was the last time you watched the leaves sway in the breeze? Lately, I have been questioning my actions and thoughts, particularly the fact that by nature I go, go, go and never stop to catch a breath. In a few days I am going to start the last three month of my travels. This will be where I live out of a backpack and see as much of Europe as I can. What do I want to see is my question? Do I want to see the sites and cities everyone talks about or is there more than that?
The internal question for me is, "What is the world all about?" No matter what country I am in it all seems the same: the hustle-bustle, status quo, and daily grind scenarios. The only difference is the scenery. (Mother Nature does an amazing job with this world.) So I sat there on the bus watching this old man being content with his life, smiling at everyone, and told myself that is how I want to be. Not later, but now. The rest of the bus ride I watched the grasses sway in the breeze and when I got off the bus and walked back to the studio I took my time... no longer in a hurry.
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