...Thoughts...

Thursday, March 06, 2008

` 1:38 PM

A story inspired by a close friend who has, at last found back her passion in life..

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Do you choose to go or do you choose to stay?

A question that many of us ask ourselves, perhaps not literally everyday, but every moment when we could not decide on the outcome of a situation.

A girl looked out of the trapezium-shaped glass of the little family sedan.

The huge bus beside her left a lasting impression.

It was gigantic. Much more longer, taller and wider. And there are so many people in it.

"It so interesting to have so many different friends from different places sitting in the bus together! Much better than me along with Dad here."

The thought of leaving the place of responsibility to a places of fun flashed in her mind.

The bus, though moved slower, carried in it a strong attraction to the little girl.

"Daddy, can you drop me off in the bus stop in front and let me take the bus home? It looks more fun than sitting here with you"

The words came so fast and so strong.

He expected it right from the start. He knew that the day where she wanted to try isn't that far. And right now, it has arrived.

Though it pierced him deep inside, he choose to let her go. Without doing so, she will never have understood it.

"Sure, do you have money with you?"

"No. Can i get some from you?"

"Here you go"

The door open and she ran towards the bus stopped behind.

He left.

She approached the big machine with a strong sense of happiness and hope.

Smiled beautifully at the bus driver.

But she was taken aback by his non-nonchalantness.

"Probably he didn't see me"

Turned her eyes to the back. Indeed, there were alot of people from different walk of life.

Students. Housewives. Working adults. Uncles. Babies.

Fascinated. She strolled through the crowd, looking at them one by one. Hope to struck a conversation with them, or even a wink or a smile.

None of it happened.

She tried to find a seat, but there was none too.

"Why isn't anyone talking to anyone?Why is everyone a stranger?"

It took her only 2 stops to realize that this is not the beautiful picture she has painted in her mind. It was all too different, too much for her to swallow.

She hurried down the bus, onto another foreign land. Not knowing where she was, not having any more money with her. Not knowing where to go from here.

A familiar sight appeared.

He was there. Right behind the leaving bus. He was there all along, beside her.

She smiled again.

She understood why he let her go.

To be loved and yet not be understood is the greatest pain of all.

How stops do we want to miss before we decide get off?

To leave or to stay?

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~Mr Jen has spoken.