Life likes a bus ride. Every stop, every station, one passes by leavesa trail of memory. Once you have started, you will head staight towards your destination.
Today, I went to my brothers’ school by bus. Because of the rare chance of meeting, I didn’t leave until 9 o’clock more or less. And part of me still believes that it would be less passegers than the earlier time. Er, it proved that I was just wrong.
The route to my brothers’ school now became BRT. As far as I am concerned, it helps me cut off a half fee but also increase once time. And, it became so crowed that I had the fortunate in riding a soft “flesh of bus”.
At first,it was really much less people when I came back. So I relaxed myself and thought sth about what we talked tonight. The first bus was just similar to our situations now. there’ s no more comfortable life than living in universe and having no annoyance of finding jobs. Though, sometimes we feel no sense of existence and goal for life, we stiill wish that it has no end. I just didn’t want to “be ready to get off”. It was only to be a wish, beautiful, and rediculous.
Finally, I got off the first bus and waited for a long time to next bus. What a tragedy it should be such a crowed and smelled bus. Heip! Then I thought about life right now. it just similar to our life when we graduate from the comfortable universe and enter into the working social. It is a place where full of competition and intrigue against each other. You will feel terrible and disgusted and you wonder if this is what you chase after.
I am confused, just like my brithers who are finding jobs now. Maybe I should experience more and find out the real significance of my life, at least my universe life.
