Missing the bus

April 1, 2019
2 min read

Last night I had a dream of missing buses. I get these dreams regularly. In fact no body likes to be left behind. However if i was able to get on all the buses i tried to get into, my life would have been very different in the direction of something i wouldn’t like.

Bus would mean a common trend followed by many.

Many times in life, we don’t have the strength or the insight to say “no” to certain things that come to us as opportunities or even as inevitable. Imagine you are in a crowd of people and they all are going in one direction. All you can do is go with the flow. But what if you must the bus?

At first it seems sad and frustrating but you have to look at the bigger picture.

I don’t have to conform and it is bad luck: how lucky am I?

My life has been a series of such events.

  1. the first one i remember was in class 10 and i was ready to embrace booze, cigarettes and all the adolescent indulgences with my buddies. But then they happened to read my diaries in which i had written poetry about what i thought about them. 15 years old’s don’t like poetry about them by a friend. So I became excluded from their circle. Thus without knowing it , without trying, I became a recluse which I realize today is what i always had been. It opened the doors to knew experiences other than ‘fun’. these experiences were crucial to my growth as a person.
  2. every of my friends and family members were set to go abroad but i decided to go abroad but on an employment visa not student visa. Eventually I got it out of pure luck.
  3. Every body wanted to stick around the company i couldn’t care less and thus in many places i was fired, in others i quit.
  4. Every body at 45 wants to belong somewhere, I don’t care.

I think the issue is that I am highly secure about my life. Moreover events in my life roll out as needed for my progress not to show anyone.