Thoughts of a cloudy day's bus ride

Sitting on a bus, its easy to lose perspective.

You get on with a purpose. You have a destination, somewhere to go, or someone to see, something to do.

You sit down and for that short period of time, you're exposed to people you've never met, and may never see again. Some wear headphones, distract themselves, emerce themselves in a melody. Others sit, looking forward, waiting for their next stop.

I sit there and analyze people. Who are they? Who were they? Where are they going? Where were they before this? Sometimes people notice me looking at them, and I simply smile.

Why do some people smile back and others don't? Is it me? Has someone made them cold in their life time? Those who smile back, have they had great lives? Or do they understand what it is to struggle and are simply grateful for a little act of kindness?

Regardless of how they respond, are they analyzing me too? Am I just another person on a bus to them?

thoughts of a stressful day

imperfection is perfection.pain is true beauty.
struggles become strengths.
mountains are only molehills.
obstacles are paths we havent thought of yet.

Photograph.

A photograph. A moment frozen in time.
One single second, forever seized.
With the simple click of a button, a memory is captured.

Set aside for a later day, it sits there collecting dust.
It only takes a second to go right back to that place.
The weather, the sights, the people, the feeling.

Likewise, it only takes a second to miss it, to wish you could have it back.
But that's the beauty of photography.
It only illustrates the moment, not the fallouts or regrets.

That photograph, the still memory.
 A story behind the image.
Somehow it is both haunting and beautiful to summon it into mind.

Change.

Seasons change.
People change.
Social change.

Costume change.
Mood change.
Light change.

Forced change.
Given change.
Made change.

See change.
Want change.
Be change.