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Why I’m Glad I Missed The Bus



So, today started off as a bit of a crappy day. I missed my 7.45am bus to work so I did the normal thing and cursed under my breath and made my way back home. As I was on my way home I thought about how my mum would probably have a go at me for not leaving the house earlier (and quite rightly so, it’s only a 5 minute walk to the bus stop). I should probably point out that I absolutely loath my job and even the thought of a Sunday night depresses me.

Anyway, so as I was on way my home I stopped at the bridge and looked over at the river. It was slightly breezy, but as it was sunny and an unusually warm day, I thought I’d stick my headphones in and wait out the hour where I was until the next bus came by.

About 10 minutes later a man who must have been in his late sixties walked by and said to me ‘I used to look out over here too.’ I looked over at him surprised that he just stopped to talk to me. He continued ‘My wife who has cancer asked me why. I said to her it represents eternity. The water goes from the river, to the sea, to sky, down the hills, and back to river. Eternity. She said she never thought of it that way.’ I said ‘Neither have I.’ He smiled at me and said goodbye. I was so caught up in thought about he said to me I realised I never said to him I hope his wife was okay until he had turned the corner.

About 15 minutes later a man who was probably in his early thirties walked by and he had a big smile on his face. He said to me ‘The river looked beautiful, doesn’t it?’ He continued walking ‘There’s nothing more beautiful than nature. I hope you have a beautiful day’ he said that still with a big smile on his face as he walked over the bridge.

I don’t know why these two people decided to stop and talk to me but I’m glad they did. It’s strange that the chance of meeting these two people was so small. If I had left my house two minutes earlier, or if I had gone home after I missed the bus, I never would have heard what they had to say. That hour somehow flew by and I’m glad I missed the bus. My boss would beg to differ. But hey.


Stuff Happens


Have you ever wondered why we are who we are and what control we really have over our lives? Recently I have been doing just that.

Some people believe that everything happens for a reason and they chose to live their lives by this mantra believing there is some big reason why a certain event in their life occurred. I can’t justify this. To me, that is like saying our lives are already set out for us and we are just a small part of a big story.

There are a lot of reasons why we are who we are but to say something was ‘meant to be’ seems ineffable. We can’t choose the era which we are born into, our families, or where we are brought up. These things are not optional but do these things define who we are?

I like to think that it is our choices that define us more than our abilities or where we come from. And that we do have a choice in who we are and what we do with our lives. We are all responsible for our own actions but not necessarily everything that happens in our lives. We meet people. Stuff Happens.

Maybe we just need one of these to get on with our day….

Cup Of Courage