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?
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