Buses and Life

"Although we can't see it, everyone has a red thread tied to their little finger. And on the other end of the thread is tied to the person who has the conjugal tie. However, the thread is entangled. So it's hard to find the other end. And sometimes, people just get lost. But some day, we will hold the red thread and stand in front of our conjugal tie."

So, after class, a friend gave me a ride and I had to choose to either take the subway at Henri-Bou or to take the bus at Christophe-Colomb. In the end, I chose to take the bus, thinking it will come in 5 minutes and we'll get there in time. We would have if we didn't get all the red lights. In the end, the bus turned the street just in front of my eyes and the chauffeur drove away when I was few meters away from the bus. Damn it.

Nah, I really didn't feel like walking for 30 min to reach home so I took the bus back to the subway station. There, I waited for another bus that goes on St-Hubert, knowing I'll be able to catch my bus ...one day. (Okay, I could have taken the subway but no.) Thinking that if it goes fine, I'll be able to catch the bus à 18h17 instead of waiting until 18h29 and it was about 18h10 when I looked my watch. Oh my... Can I feel luckier. The bus driver once again got most of the red lights too! When I got off of that bus, I was sure I missed my bus-home. Then, asking a lady standing there, she said the bus hasn't yet to come. Uh, after waiting for a while (7min?) the bus finally came, late but it still arrive.

Isn't it like life? Making the wrong choice, missing the opportunities, going backwards, missing another opportunities, feeling hopeless but still go on, and when you think you've again missed it, in the end, it still come. Late. But in the end, it comes around.

Hum, all right, I just did an examen in my Humanity class...might be a post-trauma.