BUS OF LIFE
Sometimes (tonight) I feel I'm on the bus of life. There's no start or end, it's a journey that goes on and on until the bus breaks down and I can't go on anymore.
When I was addicted, I wasn't moving. I had gotten off the bus and stayed on the side of the road cos something had caught my attention, while everyone else zoom on by. It was the Sirens, in Homer, that had caught me, and I was trapped.
Last June I finally decided to cover my ears, and run back after my bus. While it's been hard trying to get aboard, and I've fallen off a few more times after starting, I kept at it and I'm finally back on. Wow, what a journey it has been so far! Bumpy, noisy, rough, smooth, fast, slow. So many experiences, so interesting and so surprising. The bus moves, life moves and I'm moving too. Don't look back, don't get off, left go of any baggage, and just hold on. The Sirens still sing, but I'm not having it anymore. I've grown to enjoy the bumpy roughness of the ride, and I am ever so slowly moving to the forward of the bus until I can sit on the driver's seat one day. Nobody said it was gonna be easy, but everything's gonna be good.
Everything's gonna be alright.