My brother once said that driving a car is like waiting in line, and having a motorcycle is like having infinite cut-sies. Public transit’s on a whole different level of frustration. It’s like walking into court.
You can see it if you watch folk at bus stops. They’re so anxious, you’d think that being late to work is on par with receiving jail time.
They lean off the sidewalk, trying to glimpse the first rays of a headlight. They check their phones for the next arrival time, sigh, put the phone away, then pull it out within thirty seconds. They whip themselves up. Delays and accidents become personal slights.
It’s insane. It serves no purpose. Agitation, stress and anxiety are not offerings the bus gods require before they deign to release their servants for our use. In fact, if you stare off into the clouds and make no offerings, the bus will still come at the same time.
(The bus gods care naught for your plans, you see. They are terribly complex, like spiders with seven brains and 191 legs.)
Stressing out about your lateness does nothing to make you less late. Stressing about your productivity levels will not make you more productive. Stressing that you’re not Steven King will not cause you to wake up one day in his bed, with his wife, and his career. Freaking out about an agent’s response, the granting of a grant, or anyone else’s actions will not affect them — it will affect you. Your wishes are fueled by hope, encouragement and optimism.
Catch the clouds now and then. Hope was never meant to be a punishment.
“The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter.”
― Paulo Coelho
“Worrying is carrying tomorrow’s load with today’s strength- carrying two days at once. It is moving into tomorrow ahead of time. Worrying doesn’t empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.”
― Corrie Ten Boom