Buses and Thoughts

I hated bus rides… primarily because I had a terrible motion sickness when I was a kid, which, thankfully, is not as severe now as it was before (when I was in grade school, I would usually throw up even on jeepneys and taxis). And also because I get sooo bored.

Here in Da Nang, I take the bus all the time to and from work. It’s either that or I ride my motorbike, which I sometimes do when I don’t want to sit with other people (yes, introversion at best). And it’s only been recently that I started to somehow like being on the bus… especially the one going home. It just… gives me time to think. And I really love being left alone with my thoughts. Just to be able to slowly process them as I stare out the window… watching the setting sun paint the sky beautiful hues of orange and blue… ’til it disappears into the horizon, giving way to the street lights, the moon and the stars as they take their turn to give us light.

This is probably because I had to make a HUGE decision very recently (you’ll find out soon). And there were many times when God revealed things to me while I was on the bus home. I had to pray no one sees me as I let some tears slip because I couldn’t hold them back. And then very discreetly wiped them away like nothing happened. It looked exactly like some movie scenes where the protagonist cries on the bus. Drama queen. Ha! Makes me shake my head in embarrassment every time I remember.

I’m still not very fond of bus rides… especially the really long ones. But if God uses these travel moments to make me see the path ahead of me on a clearer, much better perspective… I’ll gladly hop on one.


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